My Head is Pounding.
My Stomach's Growling.
Begging to be Fed.
Everytime I Hear my Heartbeat.
I'm Wishing I was Dead.
When I Close my Eyes.
It's like my Peaceful Place.
So I don't have to See my Fat Body or my Ugly Face.
I have Dark Circles under my Eyes.
Because I want a Gap between my Thighs.
All I want is for my Bones to be Seen.
I want that More than Anything.
So Yeah, I might Skip a Meal, or Two, or even Three.
But I want you to Know.
I'm only Doing This for Me.
So the Words they say won't Hurt Me, will Stop leaving Scars on my Skin.
So Maybe they'll be Happy with Me.
When I'm Skinny enough for Them.
If I Keep this Up.
There won't be Anything Left of Me.
I won't have to Wish I was Dead.
Because I won't Have a Heartbeat.
So Call me Names,
because like they Say,
"Words will Never Hurt Me."
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My Poetry
ŞiirThis is my poetry. All of these are based on my life and they are all true. Some dark. Including self harming, eating disorders, suicide, etc. But there are some inspiring poems in here too. I hope you like them. Remember to vote and follow me!; P <...
