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Jan 29 · 23
WE are safe.
your fat
your horrendous
your nothing
your worthless
it yells these painful words
as I eat I only think
obese. Obese. OBESE!
horrendous Horrendous HORRENDOUS!
hideous Hideous HIDEOUS!
make a mark on your skin
its what you deserve for eating
another Another ANOTHER!

this voice doesn't leave
leave Leave LEAVE!

it's quite did it go?
hello Hello?HELLO?
is anyone there?
not a sound where did it go?

Close your eyes count to ten I hear
as i do what the voice said  
1, 2 ,3 ,4 ,5 ,6 ,7 ,8 ,9 ,10

as i open my eyes to find myself in a field
to the smell of fresh flowers and fresh grass
the feeling of the sun beaming onto my face
I feel the wind gently brushing across my face  
I see butterfly's playing tag
I see hummingbirds taking in the honey suckle
I call out to see if another is with me
I find a mirror
I see my old me in the mirror
she is hurt she is crying shes bleeding
I reach my arm
she grabs it
I pull her into this new world of mine
she hugs me
she thanks me for saving her
thank you Thank you THANK YOU!
your safe now
we are safe We are safe WE ARE SAFE!
we no longer have to chase the monster away
WE ARE SAFE.
Jan 27 · 22
butterfly
I want to be one
I want to become one
I want to grow my wings
I want to fully recover
I want to show my truth
I could show my truth to ones
who once thought I can do it
I want to prove to myself
I can take this leap
This is my cocoon
But soon I will be free
And I could be at ease and peace
I will grow my wings
And I will fly away from this cocoon and spread my wings
And be free
be free without ED
As the leafs dance and go with the mind
I sit and think
how could they be so free
I want to dance with the mind
I wish the mind could flow as the leafs
and dance
without guilt without shame
without pain in my chest
without eyes looking into my steps of the song
two different sides
of the mind but the pretty
not the ****** witty but the
good instill
I can be skinny and stored
or torn but intact
still not be upon shame
but grace.
Jan 27 · 25
free
Sometimes she sits and thinks
How could she be so unfree
She sits and sinks into her dreams
Thinks how she will never be as free as she had dreamed to be
She leans into a deep sleep and leaps up, awakened with a scream
she was me who screamed
She can't be in a deep sleep where she can not dream
She needs her dreams, her dreams are a piece of me
She exclaimed no one trust’s her dreams and beliefs
She only wants to seize her dream and make the others believe what she is needed to be
But even with a scream, no one believes truly what her dream could be
It's nothing but to be free

— The End —