How much is too much?
By Alexandria J. Eliason
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand
And flush my dreams down the toilet
How will I ever be who I want to be?
When I am stuck in this place!
I hope they don't notice the strain on my cheeks, the moisture in my eyes, the shaking of my hands.
I hope they don't notice the frailty in my body.
I hope they won't try to stop me or try to help
Yes I know I have a problem, but I don't want your help, I don't need you.
Don't need you to tell me I'm beautiful the way I am.
Because to me my beauty is my bones showing through my skin.
I'm just not there yet.
Let me go a little longer.
Let me lose a few more pounds.
As the tears fall down your sober faces
The sky begins to cry out in pain
It turns a dark grey, and it rains
Oh the dreadful rain falls hard,
Hard on my wooden cage
But I can only watch can't ask you to stop
"And Mom I am sorry, Mom please don't cry, Mom I can't comfort you, Mom I am scared, Mom don't go please don't go, don't leave me here!"
Oh God! My God what have I done?
I just wanted to lose a few more pounds
I didn't want this
I should have let you help
I should of stopped
I am sorry, I am sorry I let myself die.