The Life Of A Tortured Artist

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I see a painting of a skeleton

Desperately dying to be thin;

I never want to eat food again

For my hands are so frail and delicate,

Would you love me if I was blind

Or would you love me if I was thinner?

For my eating disorder

Is truly a work of art

Oh where is my existence

When it's constantly being buried alive?

And my feelings are obscure

To the snarling masses

And sometimes I think I am too frail

For my own shadow...

I am tempted to be fat

Like I was before,

But what's the point in pleasing the masses

When I am unhappy?

Oh skeleton, skeleton

Do you see me bleed?

For my cup is never full

I am simple as a flower, yet vicious as a dove;

Will my wings carry me in despair?

For my mind is heavy

And my body is so frail

I struggle with eating, yet I really want bread

The talent I have is a struggle,

Oh wither the words

That I write on the wall

And trigger the doves

That I set free--

No mind is normal of any circumstance

For I am a tortured artist

Dancing on my grave,

And I am extremely hungry for anything,

Anything that can benefit my woes

For the painting of the skeleton triggers me,

For I am triggered all of the time;

It hurts knowing

That I want to be thin,

And even thinner would be best

I hate this society I'm living in

I want to die already--

For already is not soon enough

As the painting of a skeleton comes to life. 

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 14th, 2024 00:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: To whoever's reading this...you are enough, you are awesome, you are great. We all have struggles in life, especially if we are artists. An eating disorder is one of the biggest struggles, and it can affect one's daily life. Sometimes one can't control the emotions that overpower them. Sometimes I just want to fall and never get up. Society is so cruel and relentless...depression comes, but there is always my art. If you are an artist, don't give up. Life's struggles can be more than what we can handle, and it can overwhelm us so much, to the point that we come across suicidal thoughts. Keep fighting for your art, keep fighting for your life, keep fighting for your blessings...you will come out on top. Don't let the world break your soul, for the world can be a cruel and unforgiving place. Don't let anyone tell you you're not cool, don't let anyone kill your spirit. We all have souls...let us protect our minds, bodies, and souls from evil. Stay strong. Peace, love, and light.
  • Category: Reflection
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