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in a car
i am sitting in a car.
i am siiting in a car. i feel the seat beneath me, hear the woosh of air from outside.
i feel my fingers as i type this poem
i have a new thing.
sometimes, i dont eat
i look at food and i want to vomit
other times i eat too much, stuff myself full.
and my thoughts are running
without my permission.
why do i give others the power
to dictate how beautiful i am.
how loved i am
why do i let others break me from the inside.
and i am sitting in a car, sorrunded by people, going home to a house that is full of friction and torn at the seams.
i feel everything i ate today in the pit of my stomach and i am judging the way my hair frames my face.
fuck
why cant i get some of gods grace
fuck
let me die
let a different girl, a better girl take my place.
(the car crashes)
© infinite
i am siiting in a car. i feel the seat beneath me, hear the woosh of air from outside.
i feel my fingers as i type this poem
i have a new thing.
sometimes, i dont eat
i look at food and i want to vomit
other times i eat too much, stuff myself full.
and my thoughts are running
without my permission.
why do i give others the power
to dictate how beautiful i am.
how loved i am
why do i let others break me from the inside.
and i am sitting in a car, sorrunded by people, going home to a house that is full of friction and torn at the seams.
i feel everything i ate today in the pit of my stomach and i am judging the way my hair frames my face.
fuck
why cant i get some of gods grace
fuck
let me die
let a different girl, a better girl take my place.
(the car crashes)
© infinite
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