STOP, YOU FAT PIG
I heard the voice so I did
I've read about her.
Her name is anna
She is so pretty but she scares me.
This is supposed to work but now she looks at me with discust
I did it.
I defied anna and she cant-ARghfla
There it goes she won again I watch as all of it goes away
I hate myself even more now anna left shes gone!
Though the food won't stay down
I eat another spoonful.
Thats another trip to the bathroom
I can't digest it I need help
The food I've wasted
For ne'er had I ate but now
The only thing I see is darkness
The cold hard ground and emptieness
The black spots I often saw now consumed my vision
The dizzy spells were now forever
I never admit it to anyone
I am stuck in an eating disorder
I can't really do anything anymore
I Can't be happy
I am dead.
AnnA won
She beat me
No food, no fuel, no life!
An eating disoreder is a big deal
Now no one will let you be
They are worried
They don't have to be now.
I am long gone a crumpled mess in my bedroom floor
IM SORRY
YOU ARE READING
Her the real HER
PoetryPoems i write because I think they either describe my situation or some one else's. Either way NO ONE will ever care because they're just poems. They will be either true, fake, semi-true, semi-fake it's all for you to decide.