Poem: "And So My Soul Feeds..."

[TwoPlaces@Once]

Trigger Warning! Sorry I forgot to add that in the title

*Reading tip: Think of the title as an introduction to the first line and a conclusion for the last line

And So My Soul Feeds...

And how quickly the tear drops on my pillow
turn into gravy stains
and the chocolate sauce on my sheets
caress my skin where a hand should be
or an arm, pressing me against a warm body
to consume and fill the void within.
Someone like me does this to feel special.
Someone like me does this to feel hope.
Someone like me does this to feel nothing.

And how soon I am betrayed
by the very thing which comforts me
and I am consumed by my fullness
so I must escape the vacuum
by climbing over a porcelain ledge
So someone like me can feel relief.
So someone like me can hide the shame.
So someone like me can die a little more inside.

And I refuse to think of all the things,
the deeper things, this cycle suppresses
because to think is to feel and to feel is to hurt
and the gravy stains on my pillow
are vastly more tolerable
than the emotional scars of my mind.
Then someone like me can continue to cope.
Then someone like me can continue to pretend.
Then someone like me can push on just one more day.

[BBaker1033]

This is really good :) It explains the comfort you get from binging well. Like the foods a hug from the inside.