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.
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
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#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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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; (keep on going)
(Verse 1)
You‘re the perfect friend
But you can’t seem to mend
There’s always something
That one dumb thing
That illness fighting you
Think you wont get through
It may seem easier to die
But you just can’t deny
That it won’t be any better
If you leave into the sky
By jumping of a ladder
(Refrain)
So try to keep on going
Fight for yourself and stop throwing
Yourself away
Someday it will be better
So please don’t jump of that ladder
And keep on going
(End Refrain)
So keep on...
You‘re the perfect friend
But you can’t seem to mend
There’s always something
That one dumb thing
That illness fighting you
Think you wont get through
It may seem easier to die
But you just can’t deny
That it won’t be any better
If you leave into the sky
By jumping of a ladder
(Refrain)
So try to keep on going
Fight for yourself and stop throwing
Yourself away
Someday it will be better
So please don’t jump of that ladder
And keep on going
(End Refrain)
So keep on...
#love
#friendship
#lyrics
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
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Cold Scales Don't Care
The room's cold in only the way ceramic tile can be
Its chill creeps from my bare feet all the way up
Similar to frost etching sharp lines on the window
The silence is deafening as I pull off my clothes
Up, down, off and set neatly aside in memorized motions
Closing my eyes as I step on the frigid square
Taking even shivering breathes... in...out...in
Failing to get my ever panicky heart to be quieter
Yet its pounding deafening inside my red ears
I say a silent prayer to whoever listens to mine
Please, let the number be lower than it was...
Its chill creeps from my bare feet all the way up
Similar to frost etching sharp lines on the window
The silence is deafening as I pull off my clothes
Up, down, off and set neatly aside in memorized motions
Closing my eyes as I step on the frigid square
Taking even shivering breathes... in...out...in
Failing to get my ever panicky heart to be quieter
Yet its pounding deafening inside my red ears
I say a silent prayer to whoever listens to mine
Please, let the number be lower than it was...
#anxiety
#shame
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
#despair
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Notice
At a young age, we start to notice numbers
how they grew but descend as well
I however, grew to notice the numbers on the scale
How they would go up or down
Depending if i felt brave enough to have an extra bite
As I grew, so did the numbers on that scale
My enemy wasn’t anyone else
But the very reflection that had shown me
Pulling fat that doesn’t exist
The crying the wishing to see something else
Anything or anyone
Notice the mirror’s endless lies
help reach that number
Or notice how apple cider vinegar...
how they grew but descend as well
I however, grew to notice the numbers on the scale
How they would go up or down
Depending if i felt brave enough to have an extra bite
As I grew, so did the numbers on that scale
My enemy wasn’t anyone else
But the very reflection that had shown me
Pulling fat that doesn’t exist
The crying the wishing to see something else
Anything or anyone
Notice the mirror’s endless lies
help reach that number
Or notice how apple cider vinegar...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#EatingDisorder
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