I ache in pain.
My stomach rumbling.
There is food in front of me but I have no desire to eat it.
I don't want to eat, just looking at it makes me want to puke
I hate my body.
My soft skin rolls over the waist of my jeans.
It disgusts me, I don't want it there.
I want to be like the other girls with their perfectly poised body's.
I want to be skinny.
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PoetryTiny poems that I came up with when I was bored. At least I think they are poems, hmm. If you want they could actually be book ideas but if you do turn it in a story either 1). Comment on the chapter your turning into a book or 2). Message me whic...
