sometimes i wish there was a place in the middle that i could slip into.

where nothing racks my mind.

a place i can be whole.

i am not fat there.

i am not terrified of dying there.

sometimes i want to be numb.

to protect me from the pain.

sometimes when i look at others,

i wonder what they would think if they knew what was in my head.

i wonder if i will ever be whole again. 

i wonder

donna marie