Someday
I might be happy
Might grow wings
To fly away
Someday
I might get scissors
To cut the strings
That I was controlled with
Someday
I'll be independent
In charge of myself
No one telling me what to do
Someday
Anorexia will be gone
And never return again
Forever out of my life
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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...
