I'm giving poetry a shot again. I used to write a lot when I was younger, but all my poems were happy. .-. This is sorta a personal thing, but I'll be honest: I have major self image issues and an eating disorder (EDNOS, won't get into specifics ). This poem is a way I can express how this feels. An eating disorder isn't something you pick up for a month to look cute in a new dress, it's a living hell. Anyways, the poem. ~ I may be ill inside the head Somehow living when I'm dead Can't keep up as life moves fast I surely won't last. Slowly falling out of sync, I'm hovering right on the brink, Just one push, that's all it'll take I'll break. Sanity twisted, Reality bent, Pescriptions written, energy spent. Humor me with your diagnosis, Pill counts and overdoses. Wasting away day by day, Wont you please just go away? I want quiet, leave me be, So I can die silently. ~ Quite morbid for a poem, I know. :3