Counting calories, telling lies,
She'll keep this up until she dies.
Empty eyes,
empty stomach,
empty heart,
empty mind;
What I've become is enough to drive myself mad.
Empty,
empty,
empty.
I'm nothing but sad.
So here it is girls, the rumors were true
I try so hard to be as skinny as you.
A monster,
A masochist,
empty,
empty girl;
I'm killing myself with my poor mental health.
Starving for beauty, beauty is pain.
My head hurts so much, I'm going insane.
Clutching my ribs, my thighs caving in
They were right--
Ana always wins.
YOU ARE READING
Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
