Empty
Empty.
Starving.
The fact that I kind of like it is truly alarming.
Shrink,
shrink,
shrink.
That's all I can
think,Â
think,
think.
I can't stop crying,
constantly lying.
The weight on my mind isÂ
prying,
prying,
prying.
They say "Why don't you just stop?"
I scream "Can't you see I'm trying?"
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Comments
I returned to re-read your poem. It's fantastic!Â
5 stars...to the moon and maybe clear to Saturn.Â
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Thanks so much for this comment. Â It honestly almost made me tear up, as everything you said is so true. Â Eating disorders truly suck so much. Â
Your welcome, it was your poem that stirred my heart. I'm bigger now, than I have ever been in my life, but in the scheme of things, weight is such a subtopic to other life achievements/aspirations.Â
Keep writing and sharing your story. After I read your story, I hid the bathroom scale. Course, I'm trying to walk a mile a day. There are a variety of methods for loosing weight and becoming healthy, however after I recovered, that is when I put the most weight on. For a long time, I heard little things about "my chubbiness" and I shrugged it off because, the alternative is: life and death. Most don't realize the aspects of a disorder such as this.Â
Just felt like sharing.Â
Keep up the fantastic work sharing yourÂ
valuable insights.Â
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WOW!!... this is an INTENSE look inside the world of anorexic thought processes...... delivered in a succinct and powerfully poetic prose style!!......TRULY compelling stuff dear poet sister!!.......ALL STARS!! & PINNED!!..... and... in case no one has said so.......WELCOME to COSMO!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo. : )
Thank you so much for reading, and I'm so glad you enjoyed it!:)
Wow, great job, Penolllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllope.Â
It's really a great format to get your point across, on a hard subject. Nice writing!Â
Matthew.Â
PS. I also enjoy the over-abundance of 'L's' in your name. It's cool. M.Â
Thank you!:)
Amazing write 🌹