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 Feb 2014 alasia
Anna
Mood disorder.
 Feb 2014 alasia
Anna
When I was small
I was afraid that a monster
Would cut me up
Eat me alive
Or hold me captive.
As I got older,
I grew into that foreign being
Cutting,
Eaten away by bred in thoughts,
Holding myself captive in
A tortured mind.
It makes me sick
When people say
Monsters don't exist.
 Feb 2014 alasia
AR
Ugly
 Feb 2014 alasia
AR
Society is disease
Spreading, coursing through my veins
Choking my lungs
Polluting my brain

Skin, bones, eating disorders is beauty
Being underweight is ****

stomaching to much emotionally not enough physically

Maybe i should take on smoking to get me through the day
Maybe i should do drugs to take the hunger away

Society expects too much and gives to little
This world is so corrupt.
I dont have a eating disorder and im not underweight. I just thought id take the opportunity to show how much pressure both females and males are under by society to fit in and be the stereotypical 'beautiful'
 Feb 2014 alasia
Jordan Frances
A cup of milk
Three egg whites
One broken heart
A splash of inspiration
A dash of a cutting addiction
A few years of a mild eating disorder
But recently, it has aged and become stronger
A hearty helping of low self-esteem
A handful of ****** childhood memories
A pinch of restlessness and insomnia
A lifetime of battles

The end result will be worth the fight.
 Feb 2014 alasia
Liv C
Chemically embalanced to self-indulge,
Others call it binge eating notice the bulge.
Scream out frustration as you accuse,
The one whos face weighs with hungry abuse,
Conquered and established self-control is released only to be neglected,
Serotonin satisfies the emotions as long as the monster is fed.
Heavy eyes and painful knees,
Subliminal magnets pull the subconscious to utter regretful pleas,
Pale skin summons questions of existence,
Unnoticed goes the sluggish caged organs that develope sickness.
Taken was blood to recieve a placebo,
Carrying my commented load,
As temptations surface listen as I say no.
If love is blind then why are you so bitter,
I melted my mass like butter,
Hoping the pain was worth the endeavors,
For you to feel better.
Now a bag of bones hooked to a drip,
Malnourished and weak I took a bad trip,
Hovering at my bedside,
I whispered, "pull the plug just let me die..."
As you watch my motionless and bedshaped body weep,
Did you not realize your viscious words cut deep.
 Feb 2014 alasia
Richard j Heby
Lust
 Feb 2014 alasia
Richard j Heby
I must have it: be
skinny, be skinny; don't eat;
that has to be me.
thinspiration
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