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eating disorders are so hard to                   Kick because your eating disorder becomes your closest most                      honest most              Vicious friend. your eating disorder will never abandon you. it will never ignore you it will never leave         you                                           ALONE at the End of the day, it’s just you and her. and I say {HER} because mine is a real ***** your eating disorder is always there to                      whisper-scream in your          ear. always there to swim in your aching(empty)(toofull)                     stomach to claw at your skull to break your heart. she, my vicious friend, comforts me. because even though I’m being                destroyed                ripped apart at least I’m not alone. hell, she even gives me an excuse as to WHY I am                          alone itsnotmeitsmyweightnoonecouldeverwantafatgirl itsnotmeitsmyweightthatkeepspeoplefromgettingclosefromLOVINGme She knows me better than anyone— knows how b                                                                 r                                                                    o                                                                k                                                                       e                                                                   n i am. as much as I ‘recover’ she is there— curled under my brain matter like a troll in a fairy tale. she is there waiting watching counting smiling because i always come back.
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
to my most vicious friend.
eating disorders are so hard to                   Kick because your eating disorder becomes your closest most                      honest most              Vicious friend. your eating disorder will never abandon you. it will never ignore you it will never leave         you                                           ALONE at the End of the day, it’s just you and her. and I say {HER} because mine is a real ***** your eating disorder is always there to                      whisper-scream in your          ear. always there to swim in your aching(empty)(toofull)                     stomach to claw at your skull to break your heart. she, my vicious friend, comforts me. because even though I’m being                destroyed                ripped apart at least I’m not alone. hell, she even gives me an excuse as to WHY I am                          alone itsnotmeitsmyweightnoonecouldeverwantafatgirl itsnotmeitsmyweightthatkeepspeoplefromgettingclosefromLOVINGme She knows me better than anyone— knows how b                                                                 r                                                                    o                                                                k                                                                       e                                                                   n i am. as much as I ‘recover’ she is there— curled under my brain matter like a troll in a fairy tale. she is there waiting watching counting smiling because i always come back.
Written pre-recovery
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
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