Poem -
She never stops !TW ed!
She stares at the ceiling,
six, seven, nine,
wishing she hadn't drinkn' that wine.
Another sit up crunching her spine,
turning it black
won't give her the sign.
To stop?
No, she never stops.
And thinking
and trying
and counting
and lying
and crying
than dying?
No, she never stops.
Hearing the blues,
putting on her shoes.
Heart skips a beat,
kept on her sleeves.
Just five, four, six, three,
seconds I'll be.
Black dots appear,
she's on the floor.
Her heart's slowing down,
breathing get's hard.
Tryna push through the day,
is she getting away?
Took a deep breath,
than she welcomed death.
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Comments
Anorexia is such a lonely existence of self misery. I loved your imagery in this and the art again has that Burton feel to it. Like corpse bride. I like it. Very relatable to the poem :)
I agree, mental illnesses can make you feel so alone and i think writing about it makes it more seen and makes people suffering feel less powerless. Thank you! :)
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