poetry

thirty (TW: ed)

it all felt so good.
it felt good to became smaller
to knew that there was a way
a bad, but there was one
a way to became success
i failed everywhere
but here i'm good
and this satisfied me
and i couldn't stop
a accomplishment
just for feeling cold
for feeling weak
for seeing that my hair fall out
or my bones became just more visible
that makes me happy and i felt like i just archived a bit of love
love from ana
they started to tell me how disgusting i looked
but i didn't cared
because they aren't there for me, but she did
ana did it
-em