My Dark Poetry

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I thought if I stopped eating,

Then I would be pretty,

My stomach would disappear,

And people would like me more.

Now I see starving,

As an addiction,

I can't seem to stop myself anymore,

From skipping a meal,

I like it when my stomach growls.

Although i'am hungry,

I smile thinking one day,

This will all pay off,

And I will be beautiful.

My stomach has grown smaller,

And my family is staring to notice,

But I lie to them,

Saying that i'am eating,

Even as my head spins,

And my stomach aches,

I assure my family,

That i'am fine.

The pounds are falling,

My clothes are starting to get bigger,

I don't know how much longer,

I can continue to hide this,

Every time I look in the mirror,

I start to stare.

For some reason each day I starve,

My reflection just seems to get bigger.