These silent sobs will be my falling.
my failing.
I’ll wear a smile today to distract from the sad eyes
( I tied the ribbon too tight and now I cannot take them off)
Maybe today no one will see. I see.
I see their averted eyes
their pleading eyes
their worried eyes
And I start to wonder…did they tie the ribbon too tight too?
I think the scales have broken. (They say I’m tiny when the mirror says I’m huge)
But maybe the mirror has too.
I think my friends are broken. (like the scales)
I think I might be broken.
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i think your poem really helped me just now,
i think i needed to hear i wasn't alone in what i am feeling.
thanx.i am anorexic & bulimic.
i cut myself & have had a pill-popping problem.
if you ever need to talk plz email me i have been through
a lot and am still experiencing life but if you want advice, or would like to give some?i would love to talk.
please keep writing.
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