Poems About Eating Disorders Seeking Honest Critique
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The Suicide of a Gifted Child.
She woke up in the mornings and wiped the mascara from her face.
Start fresh.
She forces makeup to her skin, tissues under her eyes so it doesn’t run.
She lifts something vile to her lips,
She takes a puff.
Be careful they said,
She ignored them and
Breathed in what she was smart enough to know she shouldn’t.
She tried to quit
She couldn’t.
I won’t get addicted,
She said.
She avoids bread.
I won’t get addicted
She said
...
Start fresh.
She forces makeup to her skin, tissues under her eyes so it doesn’t run.
She lifts something vile to her lips,
She takes a puff.
Be careful they said,
She ignored them and
Breathed in what she was smart enough to know she shouldn’t.
She tried to quit
She couldn’t.
I won’t get addicted,
She said.
She avoids bread.
I won’t get addicted
She said
...
#teens
#death
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
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Ella
As though I were a child in Disneyland
I swore she was a princess
Donning armor of baggy shirts
a crown of red box dye
The knight of the passenger seat,
Behind soft smiles and red eyes
there's a queen in disguise
Beneath thin hands and makeup
A scarred child hides
Can you slay your beast
Or die at its feet?
Stay, Ella
Slay, Ella
I swore she was a princess
Donning armor of baggy shirts
a crown of red box dye
The knight of the passenger seat,
Behind soft smiles and red eyes
there's a queen in disguise
Beneath thin hands and makeup
A scarred child hides
Can you slay your beast
Or die at its feet?
Stay, Ella
Slay, Ella
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder #SelfWorth
#EatingDisorder #SelfWorth
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Fallen Angel
her brown eyes glisten
like tear-stained glass
shattered and cracked
there are miles it seems
but only feet between
her truth and me
she’s a fallen angel
her shattered halo
falls to pieces to the ground
they starved your body
they stole your wings
they broke your heart
for the most beautiful girl
a goddess on earth
a diamond in the rough
Stand Tall fallen angel
the world is in your hands
like tear-stained glass
shattered and cracked
there are miles it seems
but only feet between
her truth and me
she’s a fallen angel
her shattered halo
falls to pieces to the ground
they starved your body
they stole your wings
they broke your heart
for the most beautiful girl
a goddess on earth
a diamond in the rough
Stand Tall fallen angel
the world is in your hands
#depression
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
#healing
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Demon #2
#food
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
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Empty VS. Full
There is this emptiness inside of me, that lives inside of my lungs and slithers its way down into my stomach.
I cannot seem to decide which I am afraid of more; being full or always being empty.
I cannot seem to remember a time when I wasn't both.
I remember being the only kid in class to bring jenny craig protein bars for snack,
I remember being so hungry at school that I became dizzy, and I remember my middle school diet of sugar free gum and gatorade.
I think maybe that the emptiness has always been inside of me; lying dormant.
Waiting to suck the life...
I cannot seem to decide which I am afraid of more; being full or always being empty.
I cannot seem to remember a time when I wasn't both.
I remember being the only kid in class to bring jenny craig protein bars for snack,
I remember being so hungry at school that I became dizzy, and I remember my middle school diet of sugar free gum and gatorade.
I think maybe that the emptiness has always been inside of me; lying dormant.
Waiting to suck the life...
#food
#EatingDisorder
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Diet pill mondays
All you see is the soft body that is holding my soul, but you do not truly see me for me.
You do not see the bony fingers shoved down red raw vomit coated throats,
Or diet pill infused red bulls for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
You do not see me; You just see the body that I inhabit.
You do not see how hard I have tried to become nonexistent, to become so hollow and empty so that I am finally beautiful like you, like everyone else.
You do not see how I often I compare my body to my little sisters, or how I skip meals until I get dizzy.
You know nothing...
You do not see the bony fingers shoved down red raw vomit coated throats,
Or diet pill infused red bulls for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
You do not see me; You just see the body that I inhabit.
You do not see how hard I have tried to become nonexistent, to become so hollow and empty so that I am finally beautiful like you, like everyone else.
You do not see how I often I compare my body to my little sisters, or how I skip meals until I get dizzy.
You know nothing...
#food
#EatingDisorder
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A Slice of Cake
A slice of cake.
She hasn’t eaten in a while
She refuses with a shy
Bat of her eye
And tells her lies most vile.
Though later she cries
And says her goodbyes
To the pounds
And her thighs
And her genuine smile.
She hasn’t eaten in a while
She refuses with a shy
Bat of her eye
And tells her lies most vile.
Though later she cries
And says her goodbyes
To the pounds
And her thighs
And her genuine smile.
#EatingDisorder
#suffering
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Full
I don't exactly remember when the ache to feel full and the fear of being cold and empty arose, but I do remember how fast the feelings spread, and they spread so fucking fast.
I remember being in the sixth grade, researching jenny craig slim fast diets like pages ripped out of the bible, and portion control wednesday nights while everyone else was eating dinner.
I don't exactly remember when the hungry girl inside of my chest began to carve her chalk outlined escape plan on the inside of my skin, but I do know how badly she wanted out of the barbed wire rib caged prison cell...
I remember being in the sixth grade, researching jenny craig slim fast diets like pages ripped out of the bible, and portion control wednesday nights while everyone else was eating dinner.
I don't exactly remember when the hungry girl inside of my chest began to carve her chalk outlined escape plan on the inside of my skin, but I do know how badly she wanted out of the barbed wire rib caged prison cell...
#hate
#SelfHarm
#food #EatingDisorder
#food #EatingDisorder
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Withdrawal
It's called an addiction but comes like a friend
Any bad feeling will come to an end
Walks you along to a fake solution
Dragging you down to an odd compulsion
It tames the anger, it tames the pain
It soothes your soul when it burns in hell
You feel relieved when it hits your system
Yet you do know it will crush your liver
You like to feel it caressing your throat
But real thing is it will only make it worse
Time goes by slower when you look at the clock
You don't have to face what you want to avoid
When the...
Any bad feeling will come to an end
Walks you along to a fake solution
Dragging you down to an odd compulsion
It tames the anger, it tames the pain
It soothes your soul when it burns in hell
You feel relieved when it hits your system
Yet you do know it will crush your liver
You like to feel it caressing your throat
But real thing is it will only make it worse
Time goes by slower when you look at the clock
You don't have to face what you want to avoid
When the...
#anxiety
#alcohol
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
#vulnerability
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Empty
There are some nights when food tastes like sit-ups and listerine soaked cotton balls,
And even when my stomach is howling for food, I cannot pretend that I do not enjoy the feeling; the feeling of being utterly empty.
I cannot say that the feeling of ice cold water slipping down in the empty hole of my stomach doesn't feel euphoric, that I don't enjoy feeling my body beg for me in ways that no one but me could satisfy her.
I think that sometime ago it stopped being about my weight, and it turned into needing to be needed; to be the only thing standing between prey and...
And even when my stomach is howling for food, I cannot pretend that I do not enjoy the feeling; the feeling of being utterly empty.
I cannot say that the feeling of ice cold water slipping down in the empty hole of my stomach doesn't feel euphoric, that I don't enjoy feeling my body beg for me in ways that no one but me could satisfy her.
I think that sometime ago it stopped being about my weight, and it turned into needing to be needed; to be the only thing standing between prey and...
#EatingDisorder
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Whole
There are some days when all I want is the kiss of cold water sliding down my throat
Into the empty desert cavern that are my insides.
And I know that deep down I should not want these things anymore, that the girl who drank breakfast, lunch, and dinner was gone forever.
But I think that when I was busy trying to kill us both she held on by my ribcage.
Because there are nights when I think that I am happy, and food goes down so softly
And then she cries out from inside my body that we are no longer hungry,
That we do not deserve the food that is sliding...
Into the empty desert cavern that are my insides.
And I know that deep down I should not want these things anymore, that the girl who drank breakfast, lunch, and dinner was gone forever.
But I think that when I was busy trying to kill us both she held on by my ribcage.
Because there are nights when I think that I am happy, and food goes down so softly
And then she cries out from inside my body that we are no longer hungry,
That we do not deserve the food that is sliding...
#EatingDisorder
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In Sickness or Health
I daydream of gum and water
Of rinsing ensure cans to prove that Im eating enough
Back then when people would hug me
They could run their fingers over the bones in my spine
Just by looking at my hands you could count my bones
They would always tell me that I was beautiful
Beautiful for someone so sick that is
But that is no longer the case now is it...
Its hard not to put how I looked in the past on a pedestal
To mentally worship the body that was thin and sick
Not the body that is fat and sick presently
The thin sick girl always seems...
Of rinsing ensure cans to prove that Im eating enough
Back then when people would hug me
They could run their fingers over the bones in my spine
Just by looking at my hands you could count my bones
They would always tell me that I was beautiful
Beautiful for someone so sick that is
But that is no longer the case now is it...
Its hard not to put how I looked in the past on a pedestal
To mentally worship the body that was thin and sick
Not the body that is fat and sick presently
The thin sick girl always seems...
#insomnia
#illness
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
#weakness
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