You tell me I'm pretty
but I don't believe it,
I cause myself pain
and you try to relieve it,
but all I can feel
are the cuts in my skin,
the tears in my eyes,
and the fat on my limbs.
I want to feel empty,
I want to be light as a feather,
I want to be skinny,
I want to be hungry forever!
My body is cold
and I fear I'm in danger,
my bones feel frail
and your eyes fill with anger,
you say you're afraid
because I'm slowly dying,
but Ana loved me before
you started trying.
I want to feel empty,
I want to be light as a feather,
I want to be skinny,
I want to be hungry forever!
I'm not fucking dumb,
I know how to play.
Only the pretty girls
win in this game.
I'm not fucking dumb,
I never will fall.
It's fight to the death,
or don't fight at all.
I want to feel empty,
I want to be light as a feather,
I want to be skinny,
I want to be hungry forever!
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
