TW/Starving?
Staring into the mirror mounted on my bedroom wall gets harder by the day, the table full of makeup brushes and used wipes taunts me as I pinpoint every flaw I could find. My own thoughts eat me alive, my eyes start to leak and my stomach growls rejecting the punishment I force onto myself. The unhealthy addictive habit that I can't seem to quit, It chains me hard and takes over me completely.
'You did this to yourself' my reflection snarls at me.
I get more tired by the second but it's the price you pay when you want- when you need to carve yourself to the perfect picture you're imagining. Maybe after this is all over, I won't feel like I'm any less worthy compared to the rest of the people surrounding myself. I don't know when I decided it was okay to live like this but it's a lifestyle I can't quit. I'll be okay, I tell myself as I refuse yet another meal, I don't need it.
But, oh god, I really do. I need it more than anything and it's killing me.
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Don't starve kids. It's not worth it.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
