Silly little thoughts.
The Blue sea of silly little thoughts were drowning me slowly.
Enclosing me in their frozen, decrepit claws.
Silly little thoughts kept the words right from between my lips.
Silly thoughts sucked the oxygen from my pretty, little, lungs.
My Silly little thoughts seemed to like my limp, absent mind.
Demanding as its own, corrupting what it felt fit.
Silly little thoughts left me choking up tears of self-hatred.
Tears of pity and utter loathing.
Tears yearning for the sense of self-love.
The relentless desire to be a happy little girl.
The itch for the self battery to end.
Ironic wording for this exploitation was an addiction.
The hunger.
No, not for food
Silly.
For my ribs to poke through pale tear-smothered skin.
For my face to fade into a 'beautiful' shell of a human.
I longed to be a pretty girl.
Sorry.
A.
Skinny girl*
Oh, my silly little thoughts.
And their silly little games.
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Silly Little Thoughts
PoetryTW MENTAL ILLNESS AND EATING DISORDER This was a short rant 'poem' made by me during a hard time in my eating disorder. I thought it would be interesting to share and bring awareness to mental illnesses. Possible educate others as they can deep dive...
