Poems About Eating Disorders Seeking Friendly Advice
#EatingDisorder
lucky13
Poem Published
12th Jan 2019 5:30am
12th Jan 2019 5:30am
Stranger in the Mirror
I think today,
I hate myself,
Even more than yesterday.
I stepped on the scale,
Looking for more to loathe.
The number was too high,
So I stuck my finger down my throat.
I stand in front of the mirror,
The person reflected is not me.
I see my stretch marks,
My greasy hair,
My crooked nose,
My stubby legs,
But I do not see me.
Because this reflection,
This person,
This version of myself,
Is hollow.
Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow,
And decide to smile,
To...
I hate myself,
Even more than yesterday.
I stepped on the scale,
Looking for more to loathe.
The number was too high,
So I stuck my finger down my throat.
I stand in front of the mirror,
The person reflected is not me.
I see my stretch marks,
My greasy hair,
My crooked nose,
My stubby legs,
But I do not see me.
Because this reflection,
This person,
This version of myself,
Is hollow.
Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow,
And decide to smile,
To...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
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DouglasWayne
Douglas
Douglas
Poem Published
9th Jan 2019 1:44am
9th Jan 2019 1:44am
Michel Lotito: The Man Who Ate An Airplane And Everything Else
He was a Frenchman and certainly not from Arlington.
But in his lifetime he ate about nine tons of metal.
He never swallowed an anvil whole.
He had better table manners.
He had trouble digesting bananas and hard boiled eggs.
So he had to avoid these.
Certainly he had to stay away from the apple.
Had he lived in St. Louis he would have attacked the Arch.
But being in France he ate only a taste of the Eiffel Tower.
Be assured he set himself aglow after consuming six chandeliers.
The anarchy of his life...
But in his lifetime he ate about nine tons of metal.
He never swallowed an anvil whole.
He had better table manners.
He had trouble digesting bananas and hard boiled eggs.
So he had to avoid these.
Certainly he had to stay away from the apple.
Had he lived in St. Louis he would have attacked the Arch.
But being in France he ate only a taste of the Eiffel Tower.
Be assured he set himself aglow after consuming six chandeliers.
The anarchy of his life...
#EatingDisorder
535 reads
6 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
28th Sep 2018 1:43pm
28th Sep 2018 1:43pm
My Mistress
can’t let her go
my painkiller
void filler
comforter
& destroyer
food controller
think about her
day and night
addictive bitch
wanna break free
but she won’t let go
Why would she?
for she is me
the need to
control took
control over me
got me under a spell
my painkiller
void filler
comforter
& destroyer
food controller
think about her
day and night
addictive bitch
wanna break free
but she won’t let go
Why would she?
for she is me
the need to
control took
control over me
got me under a spell
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
1598 reads
34 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
31st Aug 2018 11:28am
31st Aug 2018 11:28am
Deliver Me
the signs of
self destruction
start to show
it takes a toll
on body & soul
skin & bones
it came back
way too strong
despite fear
self doubt
and shame
the need to
deliver this
fragile frame
steadily grows
to feel safe
and small
be able to
finally let go
of control ...
self destruction
start to show
it takes a toll
on body & soul
skin & bones
it came back
way too strong
despite fear
self doubt
and shame
the need to
deliver this
fragile frame
steadily grows
to feel safe
and small
be able to
finally let go
of control ...
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
1023 reads
24 Comments
December_Carnation
clare
clare
Poem Published
7th May 2018 1:25pm
7th May 2018 1:25pm
You See Me (Get Better)
You told me,
“I’m gonna keep eating lunch with you until you get better.”
And never have I felt more loved
You see me
You see my ribs sticking through my chest
You see my extra-small women’s pants
(how little I’ve become!)
You see my thin neck
(which, one night, you cut the noose from before I could even try)
You see my tiny wrists
You see my exhaustion
(after just one class of the day)
How I get worn out living
You see me
But you do not offer forced empathy
You don’t say,
...
“I’m gonna keep eating lunch with you until you get better.”
And never have I felt more loved
You see me
You see my ribs sticking through my chest
You see my extra-small women’s pants
(how little I’ve become!)
You see my thin neck
(which, one night, you cut the noose from before I could even try)
You see my tiny wrists
You see my exhaustion
(after just one class of the day)
How I get worn out living
You see me
But you do not offer forced empathy
You don’t say,
...
#love
#food
#EatingDisorder
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
25th Aug 2017 7:40am
25th Aug 2017 7:40am
N/A
to each their own mission;
through human condition;
most want a million dollars;
I want a meal, and you;
just living in another land;
nothing "other than" comes true;
most want forty arcres and a mule;
one no longer wants to be an overused tool....
staring down one's reflection in a pool;
one just wants the spoon, when the chilly arrives;
the only thing that seems real....
...
through human condition;
most want a million dollars;
I want a meal, and you;
just living in another land;
nothing "other than" comes true;
most want forty arcres and a mule;
one no longer wants to be an overused tool....
staring down one's reflection in a pool;
one just wants the spoon, when the chilly arrives;
the only thing that seems real....
...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#EatingDisorder
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Duende
Poem Published
12th Dec 2016 7:00pm
12th Dec 2016 7:00pm
Eyesore
shut your mouth
shield your emotions
swallow them down
all the anger and rage
the resentment and pain
the self-hatred and shame
the fear of not being
good enough
i tried to change
to be someone else
but i’m always invisible
unworthy and untouchable
unwanted and unlovable
the eyesore that is me
this mia and ana
who live inside me
both my best friends
and my worst enemies
...
shield your emotions
swallow them down
all the anger and rage
the resentment and pain
the self-hatred and shame
the fear of not being
good enough
i tried to change
to be someone else
but i’m always invisible
unworthy and untouchable
unwanted and unlovable
the eyesore that is me
this mia and ana
who live inside me
both my best friends
and my worst enemies
...
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
1304 reads
43 Comments
atarliss
Poem Published
21st Sep 2015 3:12am
21st Sep 2015 3:12am
Control
Demon in my bones,
Slowly oozing, leeching strength
Acid burning in my throat; bile rising
Hands tremble, nails purple
I'm
So cold...
Tired skin stretched
Paper-thin over brittle bones
Glazed, staring eyes
Sunk in sockets cavernous
As the soul
They reflect
Nothing left save the drive,
The demon
The slavemaster
The fiend
The friend
Comforting with control
Control my body
Control my mind
Control my life...
Anorexia, you're killing me.
Slowly oozing, leeching strength
Acid burning in my throat; bile rising
Hands tremble, nails purple
I'm
So cold...
Tired skin stretched
Paper-thin over brittle bones
Glazed, staring eyes
Sunk in sockets cavernous
As the soul
They reflect
Nothing left save the drive,
The demon
The slavemaster
The fiend
The friend
Comforting with control
Control my body
Control my mind
Control my life...
Anorexia, you're killing me.
#dark
#EatingDisorder
#myself
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2 Comments
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