In my own home i starve.
when mummy isn't home to serve me dinner
and dad cant shout
about all that's wrong with me
i sit in my little world
the apartment i paid for
with all the money i saved on groceries
no food in the fridge to tempt me now
it's not dangerous here like it is everywhere else
my only job is to wait
until tomorrow
to check the scale daily
and admire the stomach people want
the body they can love
and touch
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Comments4
Sad, a need for reassurance and safety. When the opinion of others means more than one's own well being there is a need for change.
oh
I remember wanting to live alone so I could starve without anyone noticing..
Beautiful write.
You need to keep some meat on the bones.
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