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Self-starvation

                        It’s how she lives, how she breathes, how she sleeps

                                    Food, food, always obsessed with food

                                                Going hours at a time on nothing

                                                            Dizzy, so very dizzy

                                                                        The lights are too bright

                                                                                    She hides away in the dark

                                                                                                She sleeps and sleeps


                                                                                                                   Miserable, lonely and heartbroken
 Jun 2013 natasha chen
Liv
Anorexia
 Jun 2013 natasha chen
Liv
Counting calories, telling lies
She'll keep this up until she dies.
Empty eyes, empty stomach, empty heart, empty mind;
What I've become is enough to drive myself mad
Empty, empty, empty. I'm nothing but sad.
So here it is girls, the rumors were true
I try so hard to be as skinny as you.
A monster, A *******, empty, empty girl;
I'm killing myself with my poor mental health.
Starving for beauty, beauty is pain
My head hurts so bad, I'm going insane.
Clutching my ribs, my thighs caving in
They were right--
Anorexia wins.
 Jun 2013 natasha chen
Julia
I wish I ran
 until I could run no longer
until I was a starved little muscle
& everyone wanted
my picture
 Jun 2013 natasha chen
Andrew Eno
O how it cracks
O how it tastes
O how the tang waits
Upon my face
Till the bag is gone
A new day waits
A quite good peace of work I have spent many hours working on
Mom I hate you
This is not something new
You won't hear what I have to say
Beacause it was you who made me this way

I hope you rot in the dark bowels of hell
And you start to cry blood like your under my spell
For everything you have done to me
I will always ignore your sorrowful pleas

My words I write are like a constant knife shower
I just want you to know now I have the power

To let you know I can hold myself up
And that you are no longer my crutch

I can be my own mountain standing strong and tall
I don't need you at all I will no longer fall

Yes you need to be the suffering one
I'm finished with you yes ha ha I won

By Natasha Smith

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