When I'm skinny I'll be happy,
When you can see my collarbones I'll be worth something,
When you can see my hip bones I'll be beautiful,
When I'm skinny I'll be happy.
When I'm hungry I am happy,
I feel like a feather,
It hurts so good to drink cold water,
When I'm hungry I am happy.
When I lose a pound I am happy,
My hard work is paying off,
But the I reward myself food and I cry the next time I see that number,
When I lose a pound I am happy.
I am never happy,
Calories in my head,
Exercise more, eat less, diet pills, cigarettes,
I am never happy.
How are people happy,
Over eating like they haven't seen food in weeks,
Guts hanging over jeans, thighs touching, no collarbones, no rib cages,
How are people happy.
I pretend to be happy,
When in fact I'm not,
People put their shit on me thinking I can help them carry it but I haven't been able to carry my own shit for years,
I pretend to be happy.
Are we all pretending to be happy,
Surely the beautiful stick thin girls are happy,
The ones who have already won? No,
They are all pretending to be happy.
YOU ARE READING
My sad poetry that no one will read✌🏻️
PoetryLeaving this book up as a reminder of how far I've come. Pro recovery, recover or die, it's not worth the pain and suffering. You are deserving of food, you are deserving of life and you are loved. If everyone who read this book is anorexic, statis...
