Dear Esther,
I just want it to stop
Why can't they just leave me alone?
I'd rather just be in a black hole,
On my own
Anthea, my dear old sister,
Forced me to eat breakfast again
Doesn't she know,
That I'm obese and overweight?
Doesn't she know,
That I abhor being fat?
She said that she beckoned,
I would grow too thin
Just like Mother, whom,
I had told you before,
Left when I was three
How could she ever lie to me?
She thinks I'm slim!
Of course not,
She doesn't
She's making me fall for her tricks once more,
Thinking my heart would never feel sore
I wish you were here,
To give me support and comfort,
But you're long gone
I'd always be a creep,
A hideous freak...
Quinn
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shards of the heart
Poetry❝the scars that screamed of revolutions inside her head and the shards that made up her heart were things that no one saw.❞ suffering from a terrifying eating disorder and from a shattered home, quinn's greatest tormentor is imperfection. her world...
