Cold pulses through my veins,
Food won't enter my body
Night conjure up bad memories
Day produces fake smiles.
Friends force laughter
Family is twisted around
Food becomes the enemy
No longer will my body let me eat
Just looking at food makes me sick
I have an aching in my stomach
An emptiness ready to be filled
Day comes like an enemy
And a hero
For day provides an escape
But also a new hell to face
As I glue on a smile and fake it
Family is no longer a comfort
Their completely flipped like mine
I see my mom cry
And my dad asking why.
And I run away in tears
People ask if I'm ok
I say yes and hope they go away
One person broke through my walls
They asked if I was ok
And I finally admitted that
I was Not OK.
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Dear Someone
PoetryJust some thoughts of a lost girl. Just gonna put this out there but my very first poem is very dark and very scary. I, in no way, shape or form encourage anorexia and self harming. A lot of my poems come from the bad times I've been going through...
