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Her thin body against his,
Never had she found a man that had found her beautiful.
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ana ana please tell me why,
ana ana don't make me cry,
by hidden-in-the-dark
20 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 14 2:23 PM. In Anorexia, Anorexic, Bulimia, Bulimic, ED, Ana, Mia, Eating Disorder, Personal
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I miss my ribs.
Their steady ascent to success, a ladder marking progress.
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I would rather
x.x{die}x.x
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She has a story to tell
It's written on her wrists
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so many questions
regarding to that night
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She holds on to something sharp in her hands
Not the harmful metal toy we all know so well
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They are shameful, yet desperate
as they find solace in the desire
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Slipping, Falling,
She can't get up.
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perfect in her flaws
she's pretty as can be
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I am a Ragdoll.
With long, delicate hair
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there she goes,
here it comes,
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The excitement of a simple night out turned intense,The pain of a teenage heartthrob after the goddamn backseat is empty.The need to feel a
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Isn't it sad the way our parents try so hard?
They make a pretty baby-room to get you of on a good start
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A very, very short story I wrote, not really a poem.
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They say I am a hybrid.
A dangerous mix
by Viva La Vie Boheme
57 lines, 2 comments,
on May 27 11:06 AM. In Contest, Eating disorder, Anorexia, Bulimia, Thoughts, Life, Personal, Sad, Noguest
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I go out at night
putt on a pretty dress
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I once knew a girl,
so happy on the outside.
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Depressed, Suicidal, Anorexic?
All that shit?
That’s not me,
by hidden-in-the-dark
38 lines, 6 comments,
on May 25 3:07 AM. In Sad, Personal, Pain, Dark, Angst, Life, Teenage Issues, Anorexia, Bulimia, Suicide
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They say i'm getting too skinny
That it doesn't look good
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Calm and peace-full on the outside now,
You think the storm is over.
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I'm growing tired of this hopeless life of mine
Pretending i am happy now, pretending that i'm fine
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My dearest friend, i dedicate this poem to you
You never use of hurt me, you alway's help me through,
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My mind fills with thoughts as i try to go to sleep.
I think of what i ate today, counting calories in-staid of sheep.
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See me, I died today,
bulimia and anorexia took me away,
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Waking up at three AM
the darkness outside pressing into my room
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Skin is tinged yellow
Breaths come in too fast
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