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3 am
It's 3 am,
And I'm dry heaving,
My stomach hurts,
And I can't breathe.
There's vomit on my lips,
And Tears dripping down my face,
It's just another binging day.
I'd never felt beautiful before,
I couldn't even holding my goddamn food down,
Because of the demons i chose,
Who dragged me into the ground.
My lunch remained on the floor,
And my demons ate me alive,
I never chose myself,
Because I'd rather suffer for the size and shape of my thighs,
And because of it,
I died.
And I'm dry heaving,
My stomach hurts,
And I can't breathe.
There's vomit on my lips,
And Tears dripping down my face,
It's just another binging day.
I'd never felt beautiful before,
I couldn't even holding my goddamn food down,
Because of the demons i chose,
Who dragged me into the ground.
My lunch remained on the floor,
And my demons ate me alive,
I never chose myself,
Because I'd rather suffer for the size and shape of my thighs,
And because of it,
I died.
Published 26th Feb 2018
Author's Note
I've struggled with an eating disorder for a very long time, and if anyone is struggling now, I want this poem to be a beacon, to show that you aren't alone.
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27th Feb 2018 4:06am
I’ve struggled with an eating disorder for 15 years, cycling between starving, binge eating, and bulimia. It’s brave of you to voice your own experience, and an excellent poetic expression as well.
Thank you for being a beacon, you are appreciated =) Though I may say the same to myself- no size can gauge the beauty within poetess <3
Thank you for being a beacon, you are appreciated =) Though I may say the same to myself- no size can gauge the beauty within poetess <3
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- Edited 7th May 2019 00:46am
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