Cold |A Poem

Lack of sleep last night,
Bags under her eyes,
Bruised thighs.

Did you eat anything today?
That’s all they seem to say.
Ribs started poking out,
She was dying of hunger, no doubt.

Emotions no longer in control,
But hopefully these pills will take a hold,
Hands don’t stop shaking,
Now it’s really getting cold.-H

Hi guys, this is just a little poem I wrote in the middle of the night, there are so many people who suffer from depression, anxiety, anorexia, bulimia and so much more. We should never think of anyone as less than us we all go through shit, they just have it worst then you do so please be careful of your surroundings, you have no idea whats going on in someone else’s life so never be quick to judge. I guess that’s it I’ll see you guys in my next post, whenever that may be. Take care -H