The image

It's the image that destroys my mind,

So skipping meals was the choice I made.

It's the image that ruins my life

All the skipping meals took me to the end of my days.

It's the image that woke me up in my death bed,

That's when I knew I couldn't do this anymore.

Looking in the mirror

Remembering all the pain I had went through

All the taunting voices running through my head

All the scars and bruises that keep reminding me of why I hated life so much

It's the image that turned my whole life around.

Reviews

[Elie Marie]

I can relate to this as I have my own monsters. Good poem.

[Shawntya]

This made me want to cry baby girl. ❤