Ribs protruding as if they want to escape
Hipbones rising like high mountain peaks
Spinal exposure all for your pleasure
She already ate
Hair falling out and littering the floor
Eyes with glazed over with bags
Fainting from feeling so weak
She told you, she already ate
Therapy visits and hospitalization
Vitamin deficiencies and pills
Organs on the brink of failing
She swears she already ate.
Short, dull days and long, dark nights
Filled with woe and regret
Suicide notes on standby
She’s serious; she already ate
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Depressing Poems
Thơ caTHESE AREN'T MINE. These are just some poems that I really had a connection to. These peoms go to there rightful owners.
