Anorexic Bitch (MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING)

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*so... I've officially gone down hill. With anorexia. Yay me. Er. ;-; so, here's a poem about it.*

Obesity can't be that hard to beat.
Don't let them notice that you don't eat.
Don't give into your stomach's urge.
Remember, you just gotta purge.

You'll lose your weight.
And you'll lose your hate.
But who had a single clue?
That you were feeling so fucking blue.

That your energy was gone.
That your cousin smoked from a bong.
That your hair was brittle.
But your mind still said, "just a little"

Just a little less fat.
And now you have to wear a hat.
Your hair must always have dye.
And every word you say is a lie.

Because all you saw,
Was just a big flaw.
You weren't fine.
And death was a thin line.

Your mother now drunk.
I guess it's bad luck.
That you got stuck in this hole,
Trying to reach that one goal.

Your friends never see you.
And all your clothes remain new.
Everyday is a new size of cloth.
And you're feeling completely lost.

Your new habit, is chew and spit.
Until that one number that you hit.
But it won't ever be the final low.
Until your family is in the front row.
The front row of your good bye.
Because to death, you said hi.

No hospital could help you conquer,
They all just labeled you bonkers.
You said you had a disorder.
Anorexia nervosa.

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