Poems About Eating Disorders Seeking Honest Critique
#EatingDisorder
ChemicalRose
Meguana
Meguana
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2020 3:16pm
22nd Apr 2020 3:16pm
The Binge and the Purge
Completely consumed
Delicious disorder
I consume thee
Like you devour me.
Food is so fulfilling, when all you feel is empty.
But every reaction bears a consequence.
Cough it up now, no need to fuss
Pretend you're searching for diamonds
in your esophagus.
Once again it's over,
and I feel empty and rough
After all that I've done-
Is it ever enough?
Delicious disorder
I consume thee
Like you devour me.
Food is so fulfilling, when all you feel is empty.
But every reaction bears a consequence.
Cough it up now, no need to fuss
Pretend you're searching for diamonds
in your esophagus.
Once again it's over,
and I feel empty and rough
After all that I've done-
Is it ever enough?
#EatingDisorder
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AS_SyringeBlacklon
Alexi Dillon
Alexi Dillon
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 2:30pm
26th Mar 2020 2:30pm
"Dying Alive"
Skin and bones, becoming one/ muscles and limbs, began to ache/-/ desire drains, and so do I/ self will, is a lie/-//
Passions and joy, are gone again/ silent screams, fill the night/-/heart turns cold, from being torn/ soul is drowned, in this storm/-//
Light is fading from my eyes/ my voice grows heavy with silence/ to all the colors I say goodbye/ solid feet no more to dance/-/heart no red to show anymore/ my strength goes away/ no meaning or purpose/ as my story comes to end/-//
Should get help, but cannot move/ for depression, take it's toll/ -/...
Passions and joy, are gone again/ silent screams, fill the night/-/heart turns cold, from being torn/ soul is drowned, in this storm/-//
Light is fading from my eyes/ my voice grows heavy with silence/ to all the colors I say goodbye/ solid feet no more to dance/-/heart no red to show anymore/ my strength goes away/ no meaning or purpose/ as my story comes to end/-//
Should get help, but cannot move/ for depression, take it's toll/ -/...
#depression
#drugs
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
721 reads
3 Comments
Crazontheinside
Poem Published
7th Feb 2020 2:19am
7th Feb 2020 2:19am
Anorexia - Behind the looking Glass
A mastermind in disguised by the sins of shattered glass, luring you in by its reflections, leaving you with painful thoughts, false confidence and shame. Your wasting away as time is coming short, pretty soon all that will be left of you is the remains of your bones.”
she once lit up
like fearless skies,
then she grew up
to her own demise.
Carried burdens
of many storms,
flooded fears
that noone knows.
Ran countless times
but all she found,
Is nowhere to hide
Only one way out
Despite her screams for help
She wastes...
she once lit up
like fearless skies,
then she grew up
to her own demise.
Carried burdens
of many storms,
flooded fears
that noone knows.
Ran countless times
but all she found,
Is nowhere to hide
Only one way out
Despite her screams for help
She wastes...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#illness
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
792 reads
5 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
6th Jan 2020 00:10am
6th Jan 2020 00:10am
My first words
I was six when i learned the most important word ; diet.
D is for Dehydration and vomit stained clothes,
I is for insecurities dressed as cotton balls soaked in mouthwash.
E is for everything I didn't eat
T is for trying to kill myself when I didn't fit into my dress for picture day.
D is for Dehydration and vomit stained clothes,
I is for insecurities dressed as cotton balls soaked in mouthwash.
E is for everything I didn't eat
T is for trying to kill myself when I didn't fit into my dress for picture day.
#EatingDisorder
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4 Comments
Anxiety
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 4:42am
5th Dec 2019 4:42am
Rabbit hole
I’m sat here drinking and thinking
Which are two bad combinations
Because I can’t stop looking at my body and I can’t stop thinking of how small I used to be
The way my fingers wrapped around my waist like Christmas decorations and now they struggle to hold onto my hips without losing grip
I can’t stand to look at it
i continuously think of just going back to old habits
It would be so much easier than healthily losing the weight
It would be faster
It’s one of the best highs
I’m lying, I don’t want to invite you into this rabbit hole, I...
Which are two bad combinations
Because I can’t stop looking at my body and I can’t stop thinking of how small I used to be
The way my fingers wrapped around my waist like Christmas decorations and now they struggle to hold onto my hips without losing grip
I can’t stand to look at it
i continuously think of just going back to old habits
It would be so much easier than healthily losing the weight
It would be faster
It’s one of the best highs
I’m lying, I don’t want to invite you into this rabbit hole, I...
#anger
#EatingDisorder
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 5:22am
31st Oct 2019 5:22am
Her bruised bones
What is it like, to be in love with yourself.
When you take showers, do you catch glimpses of yourself,
And smile, as if under a spell?
What is it like, to be inside a body, and find enough strength to call it home.
I'm standing in the bathroom, my hands to my side.
And I'm staring back at myself, and all i can do is cry.
I wish I knew what it was like to love my body, to cherish it like the gods intended.
I wish I didn't keep a scale in my bedroom, or wipe remnants of my food off my sleeve,
I wish I had a body that I wanted, a...
When you take showers, do you catch glimpses of yourself,
And smile, as if under a spell?
What is it like, to be inside a body, and find enough strength to call it home.
I'm standing in the bathroom, my hands to my side.
And I'm staring back at myself, and all i can do is cry.
I wish I knew what it was like to love my body, to cherish it like the gods intended.
I wish I didn't keep a scale in my bedroom, or wipe remnants of my food off my sleeve,
I wish I had a body that I wanted, a...
#EatingDisorder
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6 Comments
shannonJane
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 9:05pm
14th Oct 2019 9:05pm
I ate well for the first time in 4 years
My yes my body .. guess I'm awakening alot.
Battled an eatin disorder I didn't realise I had , for years battling something I never knew was there.
A silent war , a silent mind.
How it all become so loud just trying to make a sound.
Trying to eat , maintain.
It started with school and getting fat , I let go of bullies and ridicule , never did I bother me.
Yet I was defeated by my insecurities.
I don't want this fat on my body , it became an obsession.
I didn't eat . I didn't sleep.
Then...
Battled an eatin disorder I didn't realise I had , for years battling something I never knew was there.
A silent war , a silent mind.
How it all become so loud just trying to make a sound.
Trying to eat , maintain.
It started with school and getting fat , I let go of bullies and ridicule , never did I bother me.
Yet I was defeated by my insecurities.
I don't want this fat on my body , it became an obsession.
I didn't eat . I didn't sleep.
Then...
#EatingDisorder
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javalini
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2019 3:19pm
23rd Jul 2019 3:19pm
The Weight of Bones
Becca was 5'7" and weighed eighty nine pounds.
Almost all of that, it seemed, was the weight of bones,
the muscle having wasted,
the dry, thin skin having drawn drum tight in places, but hanging loose in others.
She evoked images of a lampshade I’d seen in a book about Adolf Eichmann.
A lampshade made of human skin.
Her illness was such that she couldn't see it.
To her she was always almost thin enough.
It was that little roll of flesh there, on her belly.
"See?"
"That's skin," I told her. "You don't have an ounce of fat on you.” ...
Almost all of that, it seemed, was the weight of bones,
the muscle having wasted,
the dry, thin skin having drawn drum tight in places, but hanging loose in others.
She evoked images of a lampshade I’d seen in a book about Adolf Eichmann.
A lampshade made of human skin.
Her illness was such that she couldn't see it.
To her she was always almost thin enough.
It was that little roll of flesh there, on her belly.
"See?"
"That's skin," I told her. "You don't have an ounce of fat on you.” ...
#EatingDisorder
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thatuserpearl
pearl_
pearl_
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2019 8:57pm
22nd Apr 2019 8:57pm
I am Tired
1.
The first time I came to know beauty,
Reaching through thin crevices fingers swollen with blood.
Jumping high had proved to be too much
For this frail body.
Beauty came to me in the shape of a face held between the palms of my hands.
I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
2.
I never thought that after all this fighting,
I would come to realize that
I wasn’t ready to go.
Wasn’t ready to part with the worldly things I called my own.
I fought so hard for perfection
And when the time came to
Be perfect
I found...
The first time I came to know beauty,
Reaching through thin crevices fingers swollen with blood.
Jumping high had proved to be too much
For this frail body.
Beauty came to me in the shape of a face held between the palms of my hands.
I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
2.
I never thought that after all this fighting,
I would come to realize that
I wasn’t ready to go.
Wasn’t ready to part with the worldly things I called my own.
I fought so hard for perfection
And when the time came to
Be perfect
I found...
#EatingDisorder
#healing
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
9th Apr 2019 8:35pm
9th Apr 2019 8:35pm
Rip me open
There are some nights,
When i want to tear off all of my skin,
I imagine being pretty, being more thin.
All bone and no skin,
It's what I wish I was,
I imagine myself small,
Small enough for pretty dresses.
There are some nights when i cry,
i cry so hard that when sobs wrack my body, I feel like I've just died.
In my mind, my body won't ever be fine.
Because in my mind, god didn't do me right.
I want to be all bone and no skin,
Just muscle and all my innards in.
All bone, and No skin.
When i want to tear off all of my skin,
I imagine being pretty, being more thin.
All bone and no skin,
It's what I wish I was,
I imagine myself small,
Small enough for pretty dresses.
There are some nights when i cry,
i cry so hard that when sobs wrack my body, I feel like I've just died.
In my mind, my body won't ever be fine.
Because in my mind, god didn't do me right.
I want to be all bone and no skin,
Just muscle and all my innards in.
All bone, and No skin.
#EatingDisorder
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2 Comments
Matthias_Crossed
Poem Published
11th Mar 2019 8:51pm
11th Mar 2019 8:51pm
Watch me or I won't
Eatting when no one is around
It's more difficult
I almost prefer when people stare
It gives me a reason,
A need to please,
A desire to show them that I'm better
When no one is around,
I have nothing to prove
I have no reason,
No motivation,
No hunger or craving
I just don't eat
So I don't mind when you watch me eat
I prefer it if you did
It's what I need to get better
I want to be better,
So I need you to stare at me
I need you to watch over me
Watch me eat or I won't
I just won't eat
It's more difficult
I almost prefer when people stare
It gives me a reason,
A need to please,
A desire to show them that I'm better
When no one is around,
I have nothing to prove
I have no reason,
No motivation,
No hunger or craving
I just don't eat
So I don't mind when you watch me eat
I prefer it if you did
It's what I need to get better
I want to be better,
So I need you to stare at me
I need you to watch over me
Watch me eat or I won't
I just won't eat
#depression
#food
#illness #EatingDisorder
#illness #EatingDisorder
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3 Comments
manicwhirlwind
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 10:23pm
26th Dec 2018 10:23pm
poem by a recovering anorexic
Warning:
contains 72mg/100ml caffeine
not suitable for pregnant women,
children, infants,
or hollow-girls with empty stomachs
the heart feels funny
you can’t possibly think
of swallowing.
imagine invisible calories
running down your throat
liquid poison
rotting in your stomach
lingering taste of guilt
on your tongue
bones disappearing
they’re gone! they’re gone!
fleshy flesh everywhere:
am i now
that fat girl
sitting next you
on the underground?
think i don’t know ...
contains 72mg/100ml caffeine
not suitable for pregnant women,
children, infants,
or hollow-girls with empty stomachs
the heart feels funny
you can’t possibly think
of swallowing.
imagine invisible calories
running down your throat
liquid poison
rotting in your stomach
lingering taste of guilt
on your tongue
bones disappearing
they’re gone! they’re gone!
fleshy flesh everywhere:
am i now
that fat girl
sitting next you
on the underground?
think i don’t know ...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
339 reads
3 Comments
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