My body is screaming
Someone save me
Someone help me
I am starved
I need to survive
I am hated for trying to survive
Yet they praise me whenever i try to damage myself
They say i've gotten thinner
They say i've gotten prettier
Is beauty all that matters?
Is my weight all that you care about?
Am i truly so ugly
To the point where my health no longer matters
All that matters is that number on some random scale
If its not low enough then you're not worthy
If its too low then you've failed as a person
They can't decided which is better
And it seems that my body is paying the price
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ghost poetry
Poesiaif you're into sad poems , poems about love , poems about life , or just poems in general then you might like this book. i don't expect this to blow up or anything, i honestly just write for fun , and i wanted to post some of the things i wrote , so...
