Skipping meals
Hunger feels
Can't be fat
Won't eat that
Lock the door
Hit the floor
Weigh myself
Forget my health
Not enough
Looking rough
Ribs are showing
Legs are bowing
Just pretend
It's the end
I won't win
Until I'm thin
Z.M.
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Poetry about Self harm
PoetryHave you ever self harmed, thought about it, and said you weren't enough? These are poetry pieces that I wrote about these things as I am going through them
