My poems of Dark, Depression, and Anorexia

Skeletons

I look into the mirror,

All I see is fat,

Nothing of pretty,

There's the girl who every boy loves,

But now she can't remember the last time she felt beautiful,

The mirror calls to me,

Telling me to solve the problem,

The voices tell me to end it,

To dance with the skeletons,

To get rid of the fat,

I do,

Starve,

Binge,

Purge,

Repeat,

It's an ongoing task,

That never stops,

And never ends,

So once again,

There's a girl,

Who everyone calls fun,

They say I'm..

Pretty,

Slim,

Beautiful,

Nice,

But no I'm not anyone of those things,

I try my hardest to end all the pain,

And no longer stand alone in the rain,

Of blood,

My friend is waiting,

To be used,

So I tie the rope around my arm,

And pray to God to forgive me,

I take the razor in my fist,

And slit my wrist,

As blood drips like rain,

I think of all the sins I've done,

And how I can never be forgiven,

But now I'll slip away into a place of happiness and joy,

And no longer live in this world of nothingness and cruelty

Yukki666