Get the fuck out of my head.
I know you just want me dead.
I just want to feel okay,
Even though I'll probably never see that day.
I never get a goddamn break.
It's hard to even stay awake.
I'm always so damn tired
And my body always feels like it's on fire.
Biweekly, I see a dietician
And she's concerned of possible malnutrition.
There's so much going on all the fucking time.
This whole thing is a losing uphill climb.
WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE?!
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Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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It's so hard to live with any illness, but especially one that makes you feel like you can't win. Good luck.
definitely hard to live with any illness-especially one that is so stigmatized. Hugs
Oh, hon, I know it's hard. Hugs. Let me know if you just need to talk. I'm always here to listen
Hi Rene, I have been there, and in some ways always will have one foot in that place. This is an especially triggering time of year for Eating Disorders to chase us. The urge to grab ‘control’ is so strong, the desire to listen to the whispers is exhausting, the temptation to remove food altogether seems reasonable. Deep down we know these are lies. I know how strong you must be, and how wearying it is. Thank you for sharing this poem, and I hope it lessened the pressure. I know it has helped those that see the struggle feel less alone
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Sending love and support, but when I saw the title I thought it was Vocal sending me a message