Once you stop scaring up your body a congratulations party will be held and your mother will be relieved.
For a short period of time you're okay and normally this is when food becomes the enemy.
The feeling of emptiness will tempt you
Your body will become a car and you'll only fill the gas tank enough to get you to where you need to go.
The outer body will appear the same but internally you will be breaking down.
The engine will make a different sound than before, but everyone knows the gasoline tastes better when you're on E.
In the middle of winter the heat will disappear and once it's time to fill up again you'll tremble.
One day you'll breakdown and be throw into the junk yard hoping for someone to find beauty in the mess you've made.
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Author:
Olivia London (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For those battling a reoccurring eating disorder.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Beautifully put together
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