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  Jan 2019 Ella Mclaughlin
Carla
You miss a meal,
Then it turns to two,
A day passes,
And no one notices you.

Craving nutrition,
There goes a week,
Those many hours,
Longing for something to eat.

Using the same excuse,
"I'm not hungry, I just ate,"
The numbers keep dropping,
Was sixty-three, now fifty-eight.

You can't go back,
People are noticing you,
They say you should eat, and you say,
"You have something better to do."

It's harder than you think,
Just leave me alone!
Stop telling me to eat and drink!
If I need you, I can find my phone.
This poem is about an eating disorder, it’s dangerous and those that have it can be greatly effected. Not only them, but those around them as well.
Ella Mclaughlin Jan 2019
I've made a mistake

I realized that starry night
It chanted in my head like people performing a ritual

Should I let it happen
Voice my chords
Be honest with myself

I couldn't be honest with myself
Because if I did

I would be admitting that I never stopped loving you
Ella Mclaughlin Dec 2018
I just stopped.

Smiling
Laughing
Wearing a mask

They said I had changed, I'm no longer who I once was,
Really, I just stripped myself of my protection.

I put on a short sleeve shirt
Took off the bracelets, the fake smile
Stripped my vocal cords of that pained laugh

Let them witness my scars

They say to be you, show your pain
Why was I mocked for it then?

So I just gave up....
Ella Mclaughlin Dec 2018
She was like a diamond hidden in rock

Hard to break through the rock but once you did

She was worth a million bucks
Ella Mclaughlin Dec 2018
She wanted to be someone
Everyone said she couldn't
She wanted to save lives

Wanting to be important
She studied late at night
Trying to ace every test
Win every fight

She couldn't ace every test
Win every fight

She was the girl that tried to save every life
But could not save her own
Ella Mclaughlin Dec 2018
Sometimes
I feel numb
I don't know why
It just washes over me
One minute I'm laughing
The next I'm staring blankly at the wall

I've convinced my myself that I do this on purpose, chanting in my head every Night
I want to be depressed and numb
That I want to cry myself to sleep everynight
After i've purposley forced myself to create a river of blood flowing down my Arm

I do think I do this on purpose

When you've been sad for as long as I have
Wouldn't you?
Ella Mclaughlin Dec 2018
Words on the tip of my tounge
They seem so hard to say
Others say theirs and they are bright as day
My words are as a blackbird
Beautiful and dark
Their bluebirds are loud and shun out my start
When I try to be as they it never seems to work
Because who would want a blackbird
Dark as the earth

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