Individual Poem by Rebecca Paul

A downward spiral.
Down, down, down...
Blackness in charge of
An unwanted past.
Cutter, bulimic,
Anorexic, alcoholic.
Friends in the dark. Myself
Too far gone. Clean
For three months.
Worries around my wrist.
Fear trying to bring my
Food back up. Shame
refusing to swallow.
Regret, one more swallow.
Cry, sob, sick in hurt.
Love in need of hate, in
Need of heart.
Line after line of red
Scarlet. Sob after sob
Of two finger dessert.
Sigh after sigh of saying
I'm not hungry. Tear
After tear mixed with
The whiskey.
An individual trying to
Escape.