Poisonous_Poetry - Hello Poetry

It's not an addiction, Really it's not. But that mirror, It's a source of affliction. Not long ago, I could look in that mirror And see nothing wrong at all, But now I've got nothing to show. The pressure to be perfect, It tears away at my body. At first it looked like nothing, But it had a side effect. I wanted to be one of them, One of those girls everyone envied. But the price to pay was my body, Not a small pretty diamond gem. It was never enough, No matter what I did. The skipped meals Turned my image rough. But will it ever be worth it? I stare and ask myself. My image in the mirror, Kept begging just to quit. It became a nightly thing, Standing on that scale. And I was pleased to see That the pounds kept dropping. My hair was starting to thin. My bones began to show. Everything was different. The desire was starting to win. The pain I was putting myself through, The constant suffering, Everything was just a blur, But nobody ever knew. I don't starve anymore, But I could if I tried. It was a part of my life, Now just a closed door. It's not an addiction, Really, it's not. But that mirror, It's a source of affliction.

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Dec 10, 2024

Dec 10, 2024 at 4:34 PM UTC

It's not an addiction.

It's not an addiction, Really it's not. But that mirror, It's a source of affliction. Not long ago, I could look in that mirror And see nothing wrong at all, But now I've got nothing to show. The pressure to be perfect, It tears away at my body. At first it looked like nothing, But it had a side effect. I wanted to be one of them, One of those girls everyone envied. But the price to pay was my body, Not a small pretty diamond gem. It was never enough, No matter what I did. The skipped meals Turned my image rough. But will it ever be worth it? I stare and ask myself. My image in the mirror, Kept begging just to quit. It became a nightly thing, Standing on that scale. And I was pleased to see That the pounds kept dropping. My hair was starting to thin. My bones began to show. Everything was different. The desire was starting to win. The pain I was putting myself through, The constant suffering, Everything was just a blur, But nobody ever knew. I don't starve anymore, But I could if I tried. It was a part of my life, Now just a closed door. It's not an addiction, Really, it's not. But that mirror, It's a source of affliction.

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People tell me to KYS. Maybe it stands for **** Yourself. But maybe they mean Keep Yourself Safe.

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Dec 4, 2024

Dec 4, 2024 at 4:23 PM UTC

KYS.

People tell me to KYS. Maybe it stands for **** Yourself. But maybe they mean Keep Yourself Safe.

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People call people who try to end there lives, selfish. "You should never do that. Think about how many people who would be affected." Think about this though. Kids don't off themselves so they can put others in pain. They do it because others have put THEM through so much pain. Don't call me selfish, because I am hurting. I would give someone my heart, I would jump in front of a moving car if you needed saving, If you need a hand, I'll be there. So no, I'm not selfish. I am tired of picking up other people's messes and then being treated like nothing in the end.

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Nov 27, 2024

Nov 27, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC

Selfish.

People call people who try to end there lives, selfish. "You should never do that. Think about how many people who would be affected." Think about this though. Kids don't off themselves so they can put others in pain. They do it because others have put THEM through so much pain. Don't call me selfish, because I am hurting. I would give someone my heart, I would jump in front of a moving car if you needed saving, If you need a hand, I'll be there. So no, I'm not selfish. I am tired of picking up other people's messes and then being treated like nothing in the end.

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Don't wish. Pray. God isn't a genie.

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Nov 27, 2024

Nov 27, 2024 at 4:46 PM UTC

Genie