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Theia Gwen Jan 2014
I thought your love would save me
I thought your hugs would replace my medication
You kisses could be my therapy

I thought you could fix what had been broken
I wanted so badly to believe so
But I was wrong again

I thought it would be like the movies
And you could be my Prince Charming
You’d take away my disease

In real life there are no perfect endings
You can’t shield someone from hurt
Won’t protect them from everything

You can’t unshatter a heart
You can only put bandages on the bruises
You can’t put back what’s been ripped apart

I thought your love would save me
Wanted it more than anything
Thought it would be a cure
So why do I still think these things?
I’ve learned that how you feel about me,
Doesn't change how I feel about myself
And not even a sea of love
Can make my love myself
Theia Gwen Jan 2014
Just one skipped meal
Just one time
You tell yourself it's no big deal
Just one meal is all it takes
You just made a fatal mistake

You run to the bathroom and lock the door
Put your hair in a bun and kneel on the floor
Turn on the faucet to drown out the sound
Hush your crying, there are people around!
Act like everything is fine and pretend
You swear you'll never do that again

You convince yourself you can stop whenever
You're too fat to have an eating disorder
But it's become a deadly addiction
Only concerned with reaching perfection
You know that someday you'll pay the price
Each time is just another game of Russian roulette with your life
You tell yourself you won't do it anymore
But you've said this millions of times before

That's because it's not just a skipped mean
It'll never be just one time
It's always just another broken promise
Until you die
This poem is loosely based off of a poem I see sometimes on Tumblr. I don't know who it's by because I've seen it on multiple websites with different authors but here's one link to it http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6607309 I loved this poem a lot and I decided to make my own version about an eating disorder
Theia Gwen Jan 2014
15
15 year olds are not supposed to think up the things she plans
The morbid thoughts that writher around in her brain
Pity she has a short attention span

"Her life is just beginning" they'd say
The future in her grasp
Little do they know she gave up a long time in the past

"What do you want to do when you grow up?"
"Have you looked at colleges yet?"
The way she sat in silence was answer enough

Teenagers are expected to figure out their entire lives
So why is it then
That 15 is too young an age to know you want to die?
Theia Gwen Jan 2014
Oh how quickly my view of food has changed
I honestly believe i'm going deranged
I used to be happy in my skin
Now whenever I eat I feel I have sinned
Ads in magazines showing me what I should be
My disgusting fat gone is what I want to see
I've been eating less and less each day
Yet my unsatisfaction with my weight always stays
May be you'll notice me when i'm thin
This deadly battle I will never win
The number on the scale has taken over my life
I don't know how much longer I can deal with this strife
They say "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels."
So I decided to skip all my meals
I'll just continue starving myself to death
My self hatred will surely take my last breath
Theia Gwen Jan 2014
There were once two sisters, two girls
With perfect bodies and beautiful curls 
Ana & Mia, anyone who was anyone knew their names
I wanted people to start noticing me and stop thinking I was plain 
I was told they would help me that was a guarantee
I was told they could work wonders on me
My friends told me they were deadly, told me to stay away
But they promised me beauty at such a small fee to pay
After a while I knew I wouldn't make it without them guiding my way 
I ignored everyone telling me I was just easy prey 
 
Ana & Mia 
The deadliest pair alive
Commited more crimes than Bonnie & Clyde 
More decietful than the Mendez brothers
A casualty rate like no other
They prey on girls with low self esteem 
Just one chat with them and you'll fall apart at the seams 
 
This is the story of how I fell into their trap 
I don't think I'll ever go back 
 
This is how the two of them became my masters 
I was just a plaything for the Nervosa sisters
Theia Gwen Jan 2014
Love is happiness
Giddiness and joy
The way you smile when you think about him
And every bad thought goes away
And you wonder what life would be like
Without him

Love is the feeling of inadequacy
Sadness and despair
The way you cry when you think about it
The negative thoughts ripping you apart
And you wonder if you’d be better off
Without him

Love is being completely stupid
Reckless and young
The way you’d do anything and everything
Even when he wouldn’t do the same
And you wonder if you’d make smarter decisions
Without him



Love is completely pure
Innocence and beauty
The way you feel like a child again
And would wait forever on him
And you wonder how different you’d be
Without him

Love: it can’t be explained in simple words
It’s both happiness and sadness
Chaotic and calm  
The way little things remind you of him
And how you notice the simplest things about him
His smile
And laugh
His little quirks and imperfections
That makes him even more perfect
We fall in love time and time again
And yet each time it feels brand new
And even though it causes so much pain
It also brings so much joy
And I feel sorry for everyone who lives
Without it
Theia Gwen Jan 2014
When I was little, every Sunday I’d go to Church
I was a child drunk off of fairy tales and day dreams
And I loved the idea that we could go to heaven when we died
And the pastor looked me in the eyes and said
"God is with you."
And like any 5 year old would, I believed him

My family bowed our heads and prayed before every meal
But halfway through dinner they’d start yelling
And I remembered what the pastor told me
So I covered my ears and asked God to make it stop
But I felt all alone
And that’s why I’m an atheist

At school the kids would pick on me
I didn’t understand why they didn’t want me as a friend
And I prayed to God that they’d stop
But I also prayed for them too
Because I was a good Christian
And good Christians love their enemies
But nothing changed
And that’s why I’m an atheist

I remember the first time my mom hit me
One time during a fight
She told me I was stupid and worthless
And after a while I started believing what she said
I started to wonder
How could someone so hateful
Call them self a Christian?
And that’s why I’m an atheist

I prayed that God would make me beautiful
Because I wasn’t skinny
And I knew I wasn't good enough for that boy I liked
But every time I looked in the mirror, I felt the same
So I stopped kneeling in prayer
And started kneeling in front of the toilet
And that’s why I’m an atheist

I haven’t prayed in 5 years now
I have only one request of God if he exists
That he end the pain right now
But nothing happens
So once again, I will have to do things on my own
And standing so close to the edge
I think about how I used to love the idea of life after death
But now I’m obsessed with the thought that when I do
They’ll be nothing coming after
And I can have eternal sleep
And that’s why I’m an atheist
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