Poems About Eating Disorders Seeking Honest Critique
#EatingDisorder
Swan37
Poem Published
8th Jun 2021 8:23pm
8th Jun 2021 8:23pm
empty
I eat too much.
Sometimes I wish that food made me barf so I didn't have to take another bite.
Why do I feel so empty inside?
No matter how much I put into my body it never satisfies.
I eat to the point my stomach hurts but I'm not done yet.
At least not until I feel like I need to hurl.
If I don't overeat and fill myself up to the brim until I feel like I can't breathe then I'm not done with my meal.
I eat until I feel so sick that I need to take a break to breathe.
Not...
Sometimes I wish that food made me barf so I didn't have to take another bite.
Why do I feel so empty inside?
No matter how much I put into my body it never satisfies.
I eat to the point my stomach hurts but I'm not done yet.
At least not until I feel like I need to hurl.
If I don't overeat and fill myself up to the brim until I feel like I can't breathe then I'm not done with my meal.
I eat until I feel so sick that I need to take a break to breathe.
Not...
#confessional
#EatingDisorder
#emptiness
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Breedlove
Poem Published
22nd May 2021 1:43pm
22nd May 2021 1:43pm
Hunger Pains
This hunger is a sickness
I don't how I'm gonna make it though
I've often said that Im fortunate
it's not heroin or booze
Yeah I can function
Just fine on the outside
But deep down I'm dying every day
The night time hits me hard
Seems to last until forever
I use to have forever
Now I feel old
Something triggers
I still don't where it comes from
Been to counselling
Ran up mountains and through walls
Can't seem to kick
this secrete habit of mine
Those who know me
know I drive myself forward...
I don't how I'm gonna make it though
I've often said that Im fortunate
it's not heroin or booze
Yeah I can function
Just fine on the outside
But deep down I'm dying every day
The night time hits me hard
Seems to last until forever
I use to have forever
Now I feel old
Something triggers
I still don't where it comes from
Been to counselling
Ran up mountains and through walls
Can't seem to kick
this secrete habit of mine
Those who know me
know I drive myself forward...
#depression
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
#weakness
#vulnerability
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
12th May 2021 2:20am
12th May 2021 2:20am
Love and Peace
My body and I are at a constant war between love and peace and she is killing me,
I sometimes think it is because of all of the times I let the malnourished girl inside of me die.
But I was too afraid to let her out, afraid that she would spring out, wild hunger in her eyes.
I know we are at war because I do not feed her like I should, and that she is starving beyond recognition.
I sometimes try to whisper sweet nothings to her, in hopes that we will fall back in love.
But she is too broken to love me, too hungry to listen to what I am trying to say to her. ...
I sometimes think it is because of all of the times I let the malnourished girl inside of me die.
But I was too afraid to let her out, afraid that she would spring out, wild hunger in her eyes.
I know we are at war because I do not feed her like I should, and that she is starving beyond recognition.
I sometimes try to whisper sweet nothings to her, in hopes that we will fall back in love.
But she is too broken to love me, too hungry to listen to what I am trying to say to her. ...
#EatingDisorder
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2 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
4th May 2021 6:49pm
4th May 2021 6:49pm
F. A. T.
F. A. T. is for every unfinished home cooked meal, lost to the toilet or the trash.
It is for every intrusive thought of cutting off my own skin, every vomit spell I ever had.
F. A. T. is for the nights spent on a stomach of nothing but water and broth.
It is for every time that word cut me open on the inside like sharpened daggers.
F. A. T. is for every time I slipped my fingers down my throat, for every slimfast diet I'd ever tried.
It is for the girl who died trapped inside of me, desperately trying to claw her way out.
It is for the times I was so...
It is for every intrusive thought of cutting off my own skin, every vomit spell I ever had.
F. A. T. is for the nights spent on a stomach of nothing but water and broth.
It is for every time that word cut me open on the inside like sharpened daggers.
F. A. T. is for every time I slipped my fingers down my throat, for every slimfast diet I'd ever tried.
It is for the girl who died trapped inside of me, desperately trying to claw her way out.
It is for the times I was so...
#EatingDisorder
315 reads
4 Comments
Geistgutz
hayden
hayden
Poem Published
4th May 2021 3:23pm
4th May 2021 3:23pm
chaotic symmetry (TRIGGER WARNING, SH)
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#EatingDisorder
#denial
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0 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
4th May 2021 7:52am
4th May 2021 7:52am
Bones of Peacocks
There is this photo
I'm sixteen standing,
Leaning really...
Against my walnut tree
A blue peacock shirt
Glitter feathers on fabric
One can see my bones
Pressed under the fabric
My collarbones prominent
My neck gangly, swanlike
You can see my knuckles
As my palms are laid flat
Against the gray bark
My lips a redish pink
Highlighting the healing split lip
Red marks on my cheeks
Like angry freckles of teenage hormones
I look at this photo
And I look in the mirror
And I'm drowning in shame ...
I'm sixteen standing,
Leaning really...
Against my walnut tree
A blue peacock shirt
Glitter feathers on fabric
One can see my bones
Pressed under the fabric
My collarbones prominent
My neck gangly, swanlike
You can see my knuckles
As my palms are laid flat
Against the gray bark
My lips a redish pink
Highlighting the healing split lip
Red marks on my cheeks
Like angry freckles of teenage hormones
I look at this photo
And I look in the mirror
And I'm drowning in shame ...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#illness
#EatingDisorder
459 reads
5 Comments
Breedlove
Poem Published
27th Apr 2021 6:48pm
27th Apr 2021 6:48pm
Nodding off the Ha'Penny Bridge
Exeperience is always on offer. Good and bad. Once would never be enough for me. I'd go straight into my vein so I could go to sleep for a little long while.
Romanticising in my lonely space as I just say fuck it to the world. Goodbye to everything and everyone I've ever loved before
Id be nodding off on the Ha'penny Bridge with a coffee cup. Saving all my change for a pick me up. Delegating my time. Searching for the first time feeling.
Miss Liffey waits in silence while my reflection screams at all these distorted faces. Are they just...
Romanticising in my lonely space as I just say fuck it to the world. Goodbye to everything and everyone I've ever loved before
Id be nodding off on the Ha'penny Bridge with a coffee cup. Saving all my change for a pick me up. Delegating my time. Searching for the first time feeling.
Miss Liffey waits in silence while my reflection screams at all these distorted faces. Are they just...
#depression
#insomnia
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
#PTSD
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Dear_Collarbone
Poem Published
17th Mar 2021 00:14am
17th Mar 2021 00:14am
Warfare
Ripping flesh
Tearing flesh
Metal parting
Fine cracks
In soft skin
Tainted red
Wet red
Crying wounds
In diffuse
Bathroom light
Metal clinks
On white tiles
Bathroom warfare
Tears running
Heart running
Staring eyes
In dirty mirror
Disbelief painted
In wide blue
Fabric touching
Fabric suffocating
Soul screaming
Wanting to break
Carnal prison
Life sentence
Bedroom warfare
Almighty hunger
Almighty craving
Starving mouth
Wanting to feed ...
Tearing flesh
Metal parting
Fine cracks
In soft skin
Tainted red
Wet red
Crying wounds
In diffuse
Bathroom light
Metal clinks
On white tiles
Bathroom warfare
Tears running
Heart running
Staring eyes
In dirty mirror
Disbelief painted
In wide blue
Fabric touching
Fabric suffocating
Soul screaming
Wanting to break
Carnal prison
Life sentence
Bedroom warfare
Almighty hunger
Almighty craving
Starving mouth
Wanting to feed ...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth #EatingDisorder
#MentalHealth #EatingDisorder
552 reads
2 Comments
juliagkrimmel
daisygirl
daisygirl
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 6:59am
27th Feb 2021 6:59am
silly girl
silly girl!
start eating again
oh, but the voices and self ridicule
harming yourself is not healthy
but its the only way i can control my pain
stop worrying, things will work out
i can't see past tomorrow
talk to those who love you, they'll understand
i have to be strong, i don't want their pity
just do your work, stop being lazy
i have no motivation, i can't help it
you aren't alone, people care about you
their false acts of kindness don't fool me
...
start eating again
oh, but the voices and self ridicule
harming yourself is not healthy
but its the only way i can control my pain
stop worrying, things will work out
i can't see past tomorrow
talk to those who love you, they'll understand
i have to be strong, i don't want their pity
just do your work, stop being lazy
i have no motivation, i can't help it
you aren't alone, people care about you
their false acts of kindness don't fool me
...
#depression
#strength
#dark
#teens
#EatingDisorder
496 reads
3 Comments
juliagkrimmel
daisygirl
daisygirl
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 00:28am
26th Feb 2021 00:28am
hunger
the all consuming hunger
that's taken over her
she stopped eating
because she had a hunger, a desire
to be thin
to fit society's expectations
but her hunger caused physical hunger
and unhealthy malnourishment
the distaste for high calories
the gum chewing for avoidance
the newfound love for diet soda
when she feels guilty for eating
she exercises past the breaking point
when the number on the scale is to high
she inflicts herself with cuts
that turn to ugly scars, for punishment
...
that's taken over her
she stopped eating
because she had a hunger, a desire
to be thin
to fit society's expectations
but her hunger caused physical hunger
and unhealthy malnourishment
the distaste for high calories
the gum chewing for avoidance
the newfound love for diet soda
when she feels guilty for eating
she exercises past the breaking point
when the number on the scale is to high
she inflicts herself with cuts
that turn to ugly scars, for punishment
...
#depression
#teens
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
619 reads
15 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2020 9:38pm
23rd Nov 2020 9:38pm
Crop top
There are times, moments
When I look in the mirror
And I reflect on all the bodies
That I have lived in just in one life
I once was rail thin, wraith like
As if one strong wind would pick me up
You could count my ribs just by looking
But now my body is an overflowing hourglass
Nothing quite like touching flesh so soft
My abdomen is like a pillow
And I have lost count how many folks
Have used my body like an oasis
To rest, sleep and drink love from
I went from a tiny desert body
To one overflowing with wealth
Strength...
When I look in the mirror
And I reflect on all the bodies
That I have lived in just in one life
I once was rail thin, wraith like
As if one strong wind would pick me up
You could count my ribs just by looking
But now my body is an overflowing hourglass
Nothing quite like touching flesh so soft
My abdomen is like a pillow
And I have lost count how many folks
Have used my body like an oasis
To rest, sleep and drink love from
I went from a tiny desert body
To one overflowing with wealth
Strength...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#illness
#EatingDisorder
#PTSD
575 reads
4 Comments
beezkneez
Poem Published
13th Jun 2020 7:05pm
13th Jun 2020 7:05pm
my little game
I started my little game
when I was twelve years old.
It goes a little like this,
everything is controlled.
everyday is the same
constantly dreading a meal,
always calculating calories
trying to achieve the ideal
my curly thick hair
and my glowing skin
both things I gave up
just to be thin
the pounds fell off
and my bones began to show
"only one more pound"
I said ten pounds ago
I picked up new hobbies
I run everyday
in hopes that it lowers
that dreaded number I weigh ...
when I was twelve years old.
It goes a little like this,
everything is controlled.
everyday is the same
constantly dreading a meal,
always calculating calories
trying to achieve the ideal
my curly thick hair
and my glowing skin
both things I gave up
just to be thin
the pounds fell off
and my bones began to show
"only one more pound"
I said ten pounds ago
I picked up new hobbies
I run everyday
in hopes that it lowers
that dreaded number I weigh ...
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
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2 Comments
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