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just a girl Aug 2014
i'm invisible
you see right through me

you see me
but you never notice me

you talk about me
but never to me

you know who i am...
**but you dont know i exist
pixels Aug 2014
I binge on poems:
Poems about broken glass
And broken people.

I allow myself
A missed meal,
A forgotten snack.

How innocuous,
The blissfully ignorant
Rumble of my stomach.

But I don't starve,
Oh no-
I was a puker.

My greed takes over
In the haze of smoke
And the smell of his cologne.

I'm fine,
I'm fine,
I'm fine.

I'm too fat
To be sick,
Really.
thoughts only make sense when they are poems.
Ashtyn Burk Aug 2014
It's almost midnight.
It's cold and dark here.
I wanna go home.
They won't let me leave.
Will you help me or even save me?
Please..
People here are really mean.
They keep telling me, I'm not pretty, and fat.
Is that true?
Am I really fat and ugly?
I met this girl today!
Her name is Ana.
She's really beautiful, and super skinny.
She's all bones.
I wanna be like her.
She told me she'll help me become like her!
Her tip is Just don't eat.
I never knew it could be this easy!
COUPLE WEEKS GO BY
I've already lost 30lbs!
But Ana says that's not, enough...
Help me.
I wanna go home..
I wanna eat, I'm so hungry...
She won't let me eat..
Help me!!!!
{a.t.b}
This poem is about anorexia, and how it feels to be in the hands of Ana.
Avery Glows Jul 2014
I don't know since when.
This diet has began
and gone extreme.
There was once
a reasonable aim.
But a new one comes up
whenever the old was
claimed.  
Crosses over the weekdays.
Tell me how far I have gone.
But the crosses goes on,
They linger far too long.  

I was counting on my calories.
Eating portions from my lunchbox.
No more than
a quarter
I couldn't stop.
I'm sorry.
But I'm not.

Led by starvation
my ultimate downfall.
I was saving all the calories.
For a binge at a time.
Keeping in my desires.
Till it's time to dine.
No my throat is on fire.
It's getting tire and tire.
So I kept eating and
release as
I violently *****.

This is all too
disgusting.
dreadful.
disgusted am I.
Nothing have I eaten for breakfast,
lunch, tea and dinner.
Spooning out from my
kiwifruit.
No one could save me.
From my one and only solitude.
just a girl Jul 2014
everybody feels insecure
some people
just do a better job of hiding it

**(c.m.h)
snow queen Jun 2014
~
you know youre addicted
to self harm
when you start noticing
the scratches, scars
and bruises on others
and you wish
they were on your skin
not theirs

(s.q)
ElizabethS May 2014
The toilet bowl is my mirror
I see the monster I've become 
Every time I lose my food
A countdown has begun

I keep breaking promises
I thought that I would win  
But the numbers on the scale
Are
       too
             high
                     to
                         keep
                                 me
                                       THIN
It gets better. Don't give up
no one May 2014
i painted my nails so i would feel pretty
but it didn't really work
what a shame, such a pity



-k.l.
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