Weighing scales
Holy scales
That make up my
Entire life
I'm shaking and dizzy
Folding in with
Pure exhaustion
From a five am run
I'm praying for seventy
The next impossible dream
The next possible dream
I look down at the number
The two digit number
Between my two bony feet
Supporting a fragile build
Seventy-five
Keep working.
Keep counting.
Keep puking.
Stop eating.
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THIN ✔︎
PoetryShe's never had problems, until recently. Recently, her world has been falling apart, but from the inside out. Turned into a depressed girl with serious eating disorder problems, all she wants to do is let go of everything, and be thin. Lighter than...
