I wish I would've loved myself when I was young,
wish I would have realized how beautiful I was.
I'm skinny now but I still don't like mirrors,
I hope my ribs puncture my lungs.
I think I still hate myself because,
i'll never look as good as my sisters in their instagram pictures.I still hate my body,
my vision is starting to get spotty.
I hate my body,
mama, i'm so sorry.I don't fit in my favorite sweater anymore,
i've lost so much weight.
This is what I've wanted for so long,
so why do I feel so sore?
I push away my plate,
i'm doing something wrong.My sisters are pretty,
my sisters are skinny.
My sisters eat whatever they want,
and their bodies are still beautiful enough to flaunt.Meanwhile I haven't eaten in days,
i've only had some water.
Still, I puke all that liquid up,
so tell me why all of the fat and skin stays.
I go to the gym then get home and feel bothered,
I want to drown myself in the tub.
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My poetry
PoetryJust random poetry I wrote, because why not? Most of it-well, like, all of it will be about some triggering topics like depression, anxiety, self-harm, and Eating disorders. There will also be death of children, lovers, maybe classmates-oh, there w...