Cupcakes are Suicide

I don’t know what this is,
a poem or a rant,
all I know is I need to eat….

But I can’t.

Addiction
to
starvation
is
eating me
alive,

Hunger pain
is
ignored by
these
bones that
I hide.

I’m fulfilled when empty,
bad habits that kill,
I promise everyone I won’t…

But I will.

Cupcakes
are
suicide,
for
temptation shall
worsen,

The skinny
sad
version of
the
jolly fat
person.

Pretend not to notice,
my soul that has died,
you thought I was getting better….

But I lied.

Atrophy
to
digestion
is
my worst source
of pain,

It’s feeding
my
obsession
with
excuse to
refrain.

My body is broken,
clogged and corroded,
just a girl disappearing…..

My cupcake is loaded.