My poems of Dark, Depression, and Anorexia

Wanna Be Skinny

I look into the mirror,

Lift up my shirt, eyes filled with terror,

Putting a finger to my ribs,

Bone touching bones,

I thought to myself,

How could someone end up like this,

The thought soon went away

And a smile spread across my skeleton face,

Every feature on my face looked so perfect,

Because for just one moment I thought I was pretty,

Then the smile erased,

No that's all wrong,

I'm not pretty,

Nor attractive,

Because if I was I'd have,

Tiny wrist,

A thigh gap,

Perfect hips,

And a thin body,

But that's not like what I am,

I'm nothing but a fat girl,

That's trying to find her way out of this mess

The voices in my head sing,

"Sara, Sara, kill yourself,

Your not perfect yet,

So end it now,

You'll be happy,

Once you die,

Sara, Sara, I want to see you cry"

They tell me to end it all,

That the pain is going to go away,

That the suffering will never return,

You'll be happy in another place,

I'd rather be smacked in the face,

By some other bully,

That wants to call me a name,

So now I won't no longer stand in the rain,

And no longer look for a place of hope,

So I'll end it all,

Now

Yukki666