I have a little imaginary friend named Ana, she's really pretty with sunken cheekbones, fair skin and extremely skinney, but her words... As heavy as stones.
I have an imaginary friend named Ana, she tells me pretty girls don't eat, even when the hunger gnaws at my stomach, she makes me puke everything.
I have an imaginary friend named Ana, she reminds me to look at the rest of the world, thin and tall- because that's how you get boys to like you, Her words echo: "It's supposed to hurt"
I have an imaginary friend, her name is Ana. Whos "Love" is a threatening as death. She pulls out my imaginary rolls of fat, who is the reason I'm breathing my last breath...
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My Depression Poems
PoetrySome poems are mine some are stolen. If you see one that's not mine credit goes to who ever made it