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She cries herself to sleep
(An Old poem from an old time)
One finger
Two
She's feeling worse make it three
Down her throat
She's gotten used to the burning
The violent shaking erupts through her body
She felt hungry again
Always so hungry
To be beautiful
She knew the cost
She cries herself to sleep
When you look upon her face you see a ghost
Her cheeks are sharp
Her eyes are shadowed
Her hair is brittle and weak
Her nails are cracked
But she thinks she is beautiful
She cries herself to sleep
The food won't go down
She's starving to death
She cries herself to sleep
One finger
Two
She's feeling worse make it three
Down her throat
She's gotten used to the burning
The violent shaking erupts through her body
She felt hungry again
Always so hungry
To be beautiful
She knew the cost
She cries herself to sleep
When you look upon her face you see a ghost
Her cheeks are sharp
Her eyes are shadowed
Her hair is brittle and weak
Her nails are cracked
But she thinks she is beautiful
She cries herself to sleep
The food won't go down
She's starving to death
She cries herself to sleep
Published 24th May 2015
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24th May 2015 7:49pm
25th May 2015 6:45pm
25th May 2015 1:47pm
I can only sympathize but I do very deeply. "Beauty" is such a funny thing, labeled to have only one meaning and no variations. It's not until the ideas of beauty evolve, both on a personal and societal level, can the ones struggling truly find peace. I hope you have found yours. Thank you for sharing.
25th May 2015 6:46pm
I have reached a point where I am happy with myself, just completely. I've gained wait and it didn't make me flinch when I saw the number. So yes, I would say I am at peace. Thank you for commenting.
