two in the morning
when all the calories
have disappeared
and i feel the first ache.
when i feel the growl
and the pain
and the need
and i can just lay there
and feel it
and not have to eat.
because my ribs peek out,
sharp like knives.
maybe if i keep it up
i'll be skinny.
but numbers won't stand still
and when noon rolls around
i'm forced to eat again.
so i wait for the next night
where i can feel myself
starving.
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desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
