A Poem by Wednesday

Free verse poem.


I'm trapped

I don't feel like eating but I eat my dinner, feeling numb and scared

I don't think I will be able to sleep at all tonight, feeling awake and empty

Her voice haunts my mind, the insults, the sneering laughs

She will be my demise, I can feel it

Her mocking slowly eats away at me, bit by bit

I am a mess, I'm in distress

I am trapped in a downpour of misery and can't get out

© 2011 Wednesday

Author's Note

Not my best work.

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as i'm reading this, my mind constructed a picture of the person who wrote this. and it's a great mess. i like direct to the point stuffs such as these, :)

Posted 12 Years Ago

so much emotion in such little amount of words. don't let people get you down be who you are and if they don't like it, they will get over it. good write keep it up.

Posted 12 Years Ago

I understand this piece quite well. If this is about an eating disorder, I'm going through it as well. I hear the voice every now and then...telling me not to eat when i'm not hungry, not to eat when I am...craving to stay empty because I don't admire the feeling of being full. It's a very stressful and scary addiction...but it exists and it's up to us to figure out the outcome and pull through.

Posted 12 Years Ago

It's scary when we feeled trapped within ourselves and can't escape it any way. Is this possibly about an eating disorder? If so, I understand because it's partially what I've been dealing with...I hear the voice telling me all the night not to eat food when i'm not hungry or when i am...i'm afraid to eat in front of people because of their looks and possible thoughts. It's a very stressful and scary addiction...but it's there and it exists. It's up to us to figure out the outcome of it all and to pull through.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on January 20, 2011
Last Updated on May 24, 2011



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