All my friends are skin and bones,
Small and thin,
It makes it that much harder to be living in my skin,
People told me thunder thighs and double chin,
Those kinds of words are where a toxic cycle sets in,
"Food?"
"Oh no thank you,
None for me,
I'm not allowed to eat until I'm pretty."
My best friend Ana is a toxic bitch,
But she's got charisma like a diamond,
Her words they make me sick,
But I'll hit six feet under before I quit this.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the dark
PoetryTrigger warning. To be polite. These are poems I've written. In all honesty not the good ones. Or maybe they are. But they're not my print published ones. I'm not that brave. :)
