This Eternal Guilt...
My skin, so pale and lifeless.
Why do I live so tragically like this?
Sometimes I binge or purge;
Just because I often feel the urge.
This motionless and faded hair tie surviving on my tenuous wrist.
Cutting off my no longer needed circulation, causing numbness.
At least something besides melancholy is felt throughout my decrepit body.
Numbness could be classified as heartfelt.
I have tenacious hair hanging from my pallid scalp.
Gradually fading and aging.
My barely existing short, slender fingers.
On my hand, they will eternally linger.
From my glistening hazel eyes, things are all blurred.
These invisible and non-existent things I picture are absurd.
When I look in the mirror, I think, “Is this really me?”
This afflictive world,
enshrouding me from my true reflection.
In this mirror, I see a fertile young woman, and I feel ashamed.
For when I look down, all I see is bone, concealed with my barely living skin.
Guilt commences to suffocate me.
No mercy.
I feel eternally thirsty.
