ShannonXx

A broken mind

Ribcage showing

Bones rattling

Spine poking

A mind provoking

Pale, cold skin

With cheek bones for the win

Size 4

Weight still dropping off

Yellow fingernails

Teeth rotting

Smoke inhaled

Organs clotting

Fear inside

Through food in sight

Calories counted

Scales mounted

Cutting of wrists

Veins bleed

An unspoken illness ready to kill

Lonely sad nights

Judgemental views to cry

Pacing through the days

With a defensive tone to slay

Jogs and push ups to keep in rule

Lies and cries to help fool

Tell me

Are you still in control?

Being sick after tea time

Keeping it in bags to hide

With tired dreary eyes

Another food filled day to fight

Starving through might

A broken mind preparing to die

Comments3

  • Nicholas Browning

    That's pretty rough. Well said.

  • FredPeyer

    Shannon, you scared the you know what out of me! For your sake I hope this comes from your imagination and is not an actual description of yourself.
    As a poem though, it is really well written. Draws you in and doesn't let you go. Strong writing!

    • ShannonXx

      No it's not about me, got the idea from a film I watched! And thanks

    • yellowrose

      i am glad to hear this is not about you .. but gosh , you wrote this very well .. well done , very well described

      • ShannonXx

        Thank you so much :)



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