i am a skeleton,
with crumbling bones
and an irregular beating heart
on the brink of collapsing.
i am an ice cold silhouette
of a girl with sunken eyes
and shriveled lungs
slowly shrinking inside
my concaved chest.
my hips protrude like shards of glass,
shattering onto the gaps between my thighs,
and my collarbones
are sharper than knives,
slicing and dicing
a year off my life everyday.
i am a rotten corpse,
with worn out ribs
and a cracked spine
disintegrating into nothing but
ash and dust.
this is what death looks like.
i am not my own.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
i am a skeleton,
with crumbling bones
and an irregular beating heart
on the brink of collapsing.
i am an ice cold silhouette
of a girl with sunken eyes
and shriveled lungs
slowly shrinking inside
my concaved chest.
my hips protrude like shards of glass,
shattering onto the gaps between my thighs,
and my collarbones
are sharper than knives,
slicing and dicing
a year off my life everyday.
i am a rotten corpse,
with worn out ribs
and a cracked spine
disintegrating into nothing but
ash and dust.
this is what death looks like.
i am not my own.
an update on how i have felt for the past two months. my eating disorder is consuming me and no one is there to rescue me from death. in 2017, from march to may, i lost approximately 20 pounds because i couldn't control myself from restricting. this year i have managed to lose another 7 pounds and i am terrified that i will end up in a hospital on my death bed. it is definitely frightening thinking about the possibility of dying...
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