Love me, Daddy. Will cutting my skin like slicing through butter make you love me?
Sadly no.
Love me, Daddy. Will starving myself make you love me?
Sadly, no.
Love me, Daddy. Will throwing up make ypu love me?
Sadly, no.
Love me, Daddy. Will dying make you love me.
Sadly, yes.
YOU ARE READING
Thin
ПоэзияThese are poems that aren't for everyone. They are about anorexia. Don't read if it will trigger you. I'm writing from experience of a past anorexic. Thanks!
