I met these girls,
There names are mia and Ana.
They're my best friends
Who want me dead.
Killing me slowly
While they live in my head
Slowly starving me, to death.
They tell me I'm fat,
A fat hippo.
Who not good enough,
Even for a hobo.
I met this girls
Their names are Ana and Mia
They are the reasons I'm starving to death.
YOU ARE READING
❌anorexia poem❌
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING: this is a poem that may be triggering to some. please Dont read, if your one who gets triggered easily. I DO NOT PROMOTE ANY ED'S, DEPRESSION, SELF HARM, SUICIDE, ECT. kinda crappy quality, but its original.
