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
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That's pretty rough. Well said.
Thanks
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!
No it's not about me, got the idea from a film I watched! And thanks
i am glad to hear this is not about you .. but gosh , you wrote this very well .. well done , very well described
Thank you so much 🙂
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