I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

I’m hungry
Starving for a body I'll never obtain
Somebody save me from this pain
I just want to look like her

I’m running
Sprinting from a body that I’ll never outrun
How could I be so naïve?
I’ll never look like her

You don’t need breakfast or lunch
Have a glass of ice if your hungry
Was dinner too much?
Spend the next hour locked in the bathroom

I can reach my goals
Just a little longer
Who am I kidding?
I’ll never be skinny

Small thighs
Flat stomach
The scale tells me my weight
But the mirror shows me differently

I can look like her
I just need to push myself
No more calories
I’ll run more

I’ll never stop being hungry
Will never stop pinching my skin
The body I want is unattainable
But I’ll never stop trying.

Ever the yonder,
ever the fonder.

Your grasp,
one day soon,
will entangle me in happiness.
I'll never wish to leave.

Yet the roads stretch;
the clocks stop;
the crowds vanish.

Four walls surround me,
And for you, one day,
one of them will fall.

People say it washes away your pain
I suppose, even makes you happy
But only for limited time
When you get so high
After a point all there’s left to do is fall
Fall
Fall hard and get hit in the face with pain yet again,
even.
harder.
It’s a funny idea you’d think
Why get high if you only get hurt?
You see,
We would rather be able to enjoy slight happiness even if it means we fall,
Because at least we can say we left the bottom

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

And then you told me
What i hoped you wouldn't tell me
I know the exact words weren't a goodbye
But it left a sour aftertaste in my mouth
I see a future with you in it
And you see a future without me
Trust me i know
I've been with enough people to know
I love you so much
I wish i could tell you how much this breaks my heart
I love you
Please stay

Am I allowed to still be in love with you??

Hi
I am Anne
I am a girl
I am 18 years old
I am really depressed

But... I also am..

The girl with hair that constantly changes

The girl with scars on her arms and wounds on her heart

The girl with her own will

The girl who never takes a single thing for granted

The girl who used to starve herself

The girl with thoughts darker than the night

The girl with so much love to give

I am a lot

But the only thing that matters

Is what I am to you