Defeat

Ghostgirl101

She cuts, she burns, she twists, she turns. All around her stomach churns. She pukes, she starves, she checks the carbs, crying as she takes off her garbs. she died inside that little tub, always thinking that she was a scrub…

  • Author: Ghostgirl101 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 27th, 2022 01:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is the first poem I wrote on my own without reference. And I’m not saying that my other poems aren’t mine they are it’s just that this one is the one that inspired me to write poetry more often
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 25


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