Anorexia Poems | Poems about Eating Disorders
#EatingDisorder
Anorexia poems, poetry about eating disorders like anorexia, bulimia and binge eating. Poems about unhealthy and obsessive relationships with food and weight loss. Poems about mental health issues connected with food, body image and body dysmorphic disorder.
Duende
Poem Published
20th Apr 2024 3:00pm
20th Apr 2024 3:00pm
Damn You
2 weeks of bliss
and then it came
back to bite me
the urge to eat
zone out and for
a while not feel
Damn you ED
the aftermath is
often the worst
KO on my sofa
all i feel is guilt
disgust, shame
a failure of a girl
knowing i have to
do this all over the
cleansing fasting
and press repeat
i am freaking tired
of this infinite Cycle
afraid it will never stop
and then it came
back to bite me
the urge to eat
zone out and for
a while not feel
Damn you ED
the aftermath is
often the worst
KO on my sofa
all i feel is guilt
disgust, shame
a failure of a girl
knowing i have to
do this all over the
cleansing fasting
and press repeat
i am freaking tired
of this infinite Cycle
afraid it will never stop
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
272 reads
8 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 3:04pm
4th Apr 2024 3:04pm
Disorder
an ED is an
adaptable
disorder it
Truly fits in
many boxes
it's a flight
addiction
obsession
and a curse
i'm trying to
restore my
relationship
with food via
photography
capturing my
self with fruits
and veggies
create poetry
with my ED in
the lead role
use food as
a verb & play
with the words
using my curse
as a step to cure
adaptable
disorder it
Truly fits in
many boxes
it's a flight
addiction
obsession
and a curse
i'm trying to
restore my
relationship
with food via
photography
capturing my
self with fruits
and veggies
create poetry
with my ED in
the lead role
use food as
a verb & play
with the words
using my curse
as a step to cure
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
244 reads
14 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 3:29am
2nd Apr 2024 3:29am
Purge
There was an innate sort of control, that came with slipping my fingers down my throat,
Because at that moment, when the world went still and quiet, I had never felt more alive.
And maybe I was damned, from the moment I traded dinners for crushed ice and koolaid packets, or when I began to weigh myself every morning when I woke up, and every night when I went to bed, but god; could I have cared any less than in that small, moment of blissful silence.
I am older now, and eating tastes like chewed up fingernails and sugar free crystal light, But I am not doing it anymore;...
Because at that moment, when the world went still and quiet, I had never felt more alive.
And maybe I was damned, from the moment I traded dinners for crushed ice and koolaid packets, or when I began to weigh myself every morning when I woke up, and every night when I went to bed, but god; could I have cared any less than in that small, moment of blissful silence.
I am older now, and eating tastes like chewed up fingernails and sugar free crystal light, But I am not doing it anymore;...
#food
#EatingDisorder
267 reads
2 Comments
neves
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 4:18am
1st Apr 2024 4:18am
The hardest part
is that on some nights
I still hear that
lamb crying out,
finding myself falling
asleep with bones
protruding inside
of my throat
as innocence
buries itself into
my endless pit
for a stomach
before jowls
salivate in mercy
praying for empty
baptisms inside
a white-font,
I guess it isn't
in the stopping
it's learning
to live with
that lamb,
soothing
every time
it needs to
call out.
I still hear that
lamb crying out,
finding myself falling
asleep with bones
protruding inside
of my throat
as innocence
buries itself into
my endless pit
for a stomach
before jowls
salivate in mercy
praying for empty
baptisms inside
a white-font,
I guess it isn't
in the stopping
it's learning
to live with
that lamb,
soothing
every time
it needs to
call out.
#abuse
#confessional
#EatingDisorder
246 reads
Duende
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2024 2:00pm
22nd Mar 2024 2:00pm
#Prisoner#
i am a prisoner
of my mind who
craves control
over my soul
& my thoughts
Over my belly
i let her in gave
her a home of
which She is
now the owner
it's lonely here
cold & hopeless
She won't let me
listen to my needs
won't give me the
proper nutrients
i'm stuck in this
prison and i can't
seem to break free
am i sentenced to life?
of my mind who
craves control
over my soul
& my thoughts
Over my belly
i let her in gave
her a home of
which She is
now the owner
it's lonely here
cold & hopeless
She won't let me
listen to my needs
won't give me the
proper nutrients
i'm stuck in this
prison and i can't
seem to break free
am i sentenced to life?
#prison
#EatingDisorder
314 reads
16 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
12th Mar 2024 1:00pm
12th Mar 2024 1:00pm
She is Me
she didn't leave
or fade away
she stayed
she's not
my identity
yet part of
the package
called Dee
she's my
morphine
cocaine
special k
pain killer
& void filler
the mistress
slowly she
chokes the
life out of me
killing me softly
please, set me free
or fade away
she stayed
she's not
my identity
yet part of
the package
called Dee
she's my
morphine
cocaine
special k
pain killer
& void filler
the mistress
slowly she
chokes the
life out of me
killing me softly
please, set me free
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
444 reads
20 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
10th Mar 2024 2:00pm
10th Mar 2024 2:00pm
The Curse
i am cursed
with the urge
\to control/
my frame
is frozen
my brain
a tornado
i can’t let go
it’s too strong
surrender me
breathe life
into these
lonely loins
revive this
svelte frame
strip me bare
until i wear
nothing but
vulnerability
subdue me to
your virile eyes
take me to this
blissful place
enslave me
to your will
entrance me
command me
until i let go
i am tired
of...
with the urge
\to control/
my frame
is frozen
my brain
a tornado
i can’t let go
it’s too strong
surrender me
breathe life
into these
lonely loins
revive this
svelte frame
strip me bare
until i wear
nothing but
vulnerability
subdue me to
your virile eyes
take me to this
blissful place
enslave me
to your will
entrance me
command me
until i let go
i am tired
of...
#BDSM
#EatingDisorder
457 reads
12 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
8th Nov 2023 4:18pm
8th Nov 2023 4:18pm
shape shamers
close your eyes...if it offends...
...if you don't wish to see...
...turn a blind eye...the way you do injustice
...it isn't really there...just pretend
live in denial if you must
but stop belittling what doesn't affect you
hating for its own sake
nobody's saying ya gotta date 'em
look to your personal environ
I'm here to tell you...
...it's real
they will troll you
feed foul names & images into your mind
make you feel less than...
...or too much...
{as if we already didn't...}
...it's relentless
...
...if you don't wish to see...
...turn a blind eye...the way you do injustice
...it isn't really there...just pretend
live in denial if you must
but stop belittling what doesn't affect you
hating for its own sake
nobody's saying ya gotta date 'em
look to your personal environ
I'm here to tell you...
...it's real
they will troll you
feed foul names & images into your mind
make you feel less than...
...or too much...
{as if we already didn't...}
...it's relentless
...
#LifeStruggles
#bullying
#EatingDisorder
#acceptance
#hurt
259 reads
4 Comments
anonymouszoe
Poem Published
28th Jul 2023 7:14pm
28th Jul 2023 7:14pm
Reflections
My mirror is a compulsive liar,
that hangs upon my wall.
It lies, it cheats, until I weep,
as it stands above so tall.
that hangs upon my wall.
It lies, it cheats, until I weep,
as it stands above so tall.
#mirror
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
#freedom
#reading
412 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
10th Jun 2023 8:27pm
10th Jun 2023 8:27pm
who is the verse maker
Who is a verse maker
Poetry is an odd art form practised where there are more
poets then writers because everybody, especially when young
has a poem (usually hormonal) that needs expression, some end
up as art teachers and prefer not to speak of their youthful attempts.
Seasoned poets go to poetry meetings, rather like alcoholics go to AA
there is always some new way, to express old truths
some of the old crusty ones run poem magazines and have a firm opinion
on how poetry should be written; the best of them
care more about...
Poetry is an odd art form practised where there are more
poets then writers because everybody, especially when young
has a poem (usually hormonal) that needs expression, some end
up as art teachers and prefer not to speak of their youthful attempts.
Seasoned poets go to poetry meetings, rather like alcoholics go to AA
there is always some new way, to express old truths
some of the old crusty ones run poem magazines and have a firm opinion
on how poetry should be written; the best of them
care more about...
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
#disability
180 reads
0 Comments
drunkcaterpillar
Poem Published
6th Jun 2023 2:41am
6th Jun 2023 2:41am
Ramblings of a Teenage Girl
I think he hates me
He definitely loves me but I sense a part of his heart sustains an amount of hatred he may not care to acknowledge
I care
I care about a lot of things
Like the ladybugs trapped in my bedroom window or the flowers in the front yard
About the way my hair falls against my face or whether or not the buttons on my jeans match the tone of my jewelry
I care about clean sheets, perfectly stacked sandwiches, smooth calves and soft shoulders - the way he likes them
But I also care about the scars on my arms and my hips and my thighs
I care...
He definitely loves me but I sense a part of his heart sustains an amount of hatred he may not care to acknowledge
I care
I care about a lot of things
Like the ladybugs trapped in my bedroom window or the flowers in the front yard
About the way my hair falls against my face or whether or not the buttons on my jeans match the tone of my jewelry
I care about clean sheets, perfectly stacked sandwiches, smooth calves and soft shoulders - the way he likes them
But I also care about the scars on my arms and my hips and my thighs
I care...
#anxiety
#relationships
#conflict
#SelfHarm
#EatingDisorder
356 reads
4 Comments
drinkingflux
mila throat
mila throat
Poem Published
12th May 2023 9:35pm
12th May 2023 9:35pm
anemia
separate the skin
i'll let you bleed
baying from the inside
yearn to cough
yearn for silence
snivel and wither
inhale the smoke
let it all rot
molding fruit
dig my thumbs in
i'll throw you away
when i'm done
i'll let you bleed
baying from the inside
yearn to cough
yearn for silence
snivel and wither
inhale the smoke
let it all rot
molding fruit
dig my thumbs in
i'll throw you away
when i'm done
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
430 reads
2 Comments
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