there is no beauty in bones.
your shoulder blades weren't wings to fly to freedom,
and your ribs weren't ladders to your struggling heart.
your sunken eyes weren't beautifully painful
and the sun didn't shine between the gap in your thighs.
you were
dying
sweetie,
finding beauty in your self-demise.
killing yourself with every morsel of food you denied yourself.
don't miss the person you were when the monster lived through you
eating away at your wasting body
sucking the life from your hollow cheeks
miss the person you were before
oblivious to the toxins of the disorder that stole you away
-l.r.
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Motivation.
Poetryhey, stop scrolling. everyone who is reading this: I'm so glad you're alive, I'm so fucking proud of you. you are loved. don't give up, we're almost there. you are going to make it. ♛
