i will never be the .same.
my muscles --will not-- regrow.
my arms will not be ♥strong♥ again.
i will [never] be the same;
i will never have the appetite i used to.
i will have to force myself to eat at every meal.
i do not have the POWER to tell myself
:that i am hungry, not anymore:
i will always try to overwork myself when i'm running.
its a fact of life these days.
battling this wicked thing called
an.or.ex.ia.
its a bitch.
& you will never be the same.
A contest entry
- Disorder/Family by TwiztidMaggot.
700 points, ended June 22, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Everything Eating Disordered by Ilma.
1050 points, ended July 1, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I like the repetition of the message of not being the same and never really being able to get over anorexia fully. I think you could use more descriptive language in this, as I think this poem is lacking imagery, but other than that, it's good.
Thanks for entering x -
This is a really powerful poem. Anorexia is such a hard disease to get through, but know that you are as strong as your poetry. Wonderful write.
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This is pretty good. You did a wonderful job writing. Keep up your amazing work! I wish you the best of luck in the contest.
TwiztidMaggot
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