The Astronomers Last Words (An abundance of poems)

Anorexic Dreams

- In case you're completely oblivious consider this a TRIGGER WARNING, Anorexia is the main focus, apologies.-

Lunch is the worse part of the day.

Why can't I look like her.

Why can't I be like her.

My mum says I need help, she saw me changing.

I am so fat she thinks I need to be thinner,

I will, for her. To be happy.

I feel sick.... I can't see straight. I'm so dizzy...

The doctors think I need help.

I don't want help.

I don't want food.

Why do they want me to eat so bad.

Pathetic.

Ugly.

Gross.

Fat.

Fat.

Fat.

Fat.

Fat.

THIS MEDICINE CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND

THIS MEDICINE CANNOT MAKE ME HAPPY

I CANNOT BE HAPPY.

This mirror is a joke.

What am I looking at you ask? A joke.

I am so stupid.

And ugly.

And fat.

Fat.

Mum hasn't seen me in months and when she looks at me she cries.

Why can't I make her happy, proud.

I want help.

I want to be better for mum.

This medicine is tricking me.

It's a liar.

Why do I look so sick, so strange.

Are those really my bones?

I feel better.

I can't see those bones.

My cheeks aren't so sunken.

I might be beautiful.

Mum is proud of me.

Is that all it took.

I am happy too.

These pills aren't liars.

They are reality.

~Fin~

(I really hope you guys look at yourself and see happiness, or beauty. Because you are most likely gorgeous and I hope you see yourself as that as well. Stay curly my fries!)