Sad Poems For A Sad Girl

280 Calories

More than enough for an entire day.

"Don't you want to be skinnier? Prettier? Perfect?"

It's a constant battle,

You know,

Against that little voice.

The voice that rules my life.

But how can a voice control my every action?

Every thought?

Well,

Maybe because deep down,

I believe every word of it.

"You better believe it. Worthless piece of crap."

Some days I cannot stand being fat.

I get so worked about that I want to cut it all off.

But since I can't,

I take that metal to my skin.

The words whore,

Help me,

And attention are forever etched as scars.

Scars in my horrendous mind and my damaged flesh.

"Do it deeper. You love seeing blood.

Bleed until you can't anymore.

You know that would make you happy to end it all."

No one gets suspicious when I run off to the bathroom during lunch.

The only way to get rid of those unneeded calories.

Even the ones that do know,

Do nothing to stop it.

Somebody stop the voice.

Please.