poems from a lonely girl

hatred- tw ed

the numbers on the scale seemed only to grow bigger
just like i was growing bigger
gorging on the sickening sweet food
without a thought for the consequences
the numbers seem to taunt me
why are you not trying harder? they seemed to say
i'd tell myself that everything i ate would come out
the second i finished stuffing my face like the pig i was
the moments of weakness would not end
i couldn't control myself
i ate and ate because i hadn't eaten for days
my hip bones no longer protruded
my collarbones no longer jutted out
the numbers on my scale climbed sharply upwards
and my self worth declined further
if that was even possible
i hate my body.