The tears they fall once more
And her head again is sore
The same thing as before
Crying naked on the floor
Her body's cold and pale
Her scars will tell the tale
Why must she always fail?
Dwell on the numbers on the scale
She looks into the mirror
The image is getting clearer
It's the real her and she fears her
She screams but you can't hear her
She's getting fatter by the day
So she starves and she prays
Her body slowly fades away
Is she as skinny as they say?
She thinks she's chubby though they say she looks great
Bending over the toilet to release what she ate
She knows she needs help but it just has to wait
She looks in the mirror and sees nothing but hate
Author notes
eating disorders suck ass! 
Please tell me what you think
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God, I hate them too. Even though I have one.
"Why must she always fail?
Dwell on the numbers on the scale"
For me, I would have put "she dwells". But anyways, I love this poem. I love the ending. I relate to the whole poem in general. I can never see anything that I like in the mirror. It totally sucks, because pretty much one of my walls is just mirrors
Just like in the poem, "she needs help, but it just has to wait." Good job my dear.
Keep up the killer work, take care, and keep on writing!
~Princess of Shadows~ -
Dear
As a bulemic since my 20's I can relate to this write so well. I still hate my body in my 40's. I try not to look in the mirror. I hate mirrors!! I can look in and see someone pretty sometimes--than someone takes a picture and I see a totally different person than I thought I looked that day. Well spoken!!
Smoosh before I whoosh away...Rather live in fantasy every day...FaeryPixieFey
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they are not about food
they are about controlling the energy flow in the body - learn a new method of controlling the energy and the eating disorder becomes meaningless
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