Pain And suffering And evaporated tears And razor blades And laxative teas And skinny jeans And diet pills And angry words And impulsive decisions And lies And bleeding lines And swollen wrists And puffy eyes And long sleeves And stay-in-bed-all-day days And avoid-the-crowd-for-days days And won’t-mind-getting-hit-by-a-car days And bitten tongues And sad songs And bleach shots And fake Instagram posts And living through YouTube videos And fasting And failing And then no longer caring And feeling like it’s all over And then doing it all over, All / Over /Again
Trigger warning... This poem is to anyone who has ever been through or is going through any of these things. I know your pain. Although I’ve made a major recovery (anxiety/anorexia/derealization/ depersonalization/panic disorder) and am always getting better, sometimes certain things haunt me. My PM box is always open to those in need of a listening ear or a friend. Stay strong **