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I hope my body forgives me For what I’ve put it through I hope one day I see The truths I heard from you I promise I will try Not to starve myself as often But there will be hiccups and lies As I chew and chew to soften The food will make me sick Though I may not mean physical But still they call me “thick” Thin is paradisiacal I’m sorry some days I can’t keep down my food Or I can’t even look at the label on that junk I know it would taste good But it would just add to me another flabby chunk The number doesn’t matter It’s arbitrary really I’m stuck like the mad hatter And the mirror floats about freely Yes I’m scared to death But the death is so enticing I push and pull each breath But the sharp oxygen is slicing Tired and alone I wander aimlessly With no place to call home I can’t say I do so blamelessly It’s my fault I’m so messed up But I want that skin and bones I rinse my mouth with a cup After throwing up dark tones I hope my body forgives me For hurting it so greatly It’s not who I want to be But I’ve gotten much worse lately
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC
Third Day of a Seven Day Binge
I hope my body forgives me For what I’ve put it through I hope one day I see The truths I heard from you I promise I will try Not to starve myself as often But there will be hiccups and lies As I chew and chew to soften The food will make me sick Though I may not mean physical But still they call me “thick” Thin is paradisiacal I’m sorry some days I can’t keep down my food Or I can’t even look at the label on that junk I know it would taste good But it would just add to me another flabby chunk The number doesn’t matter It’s arbitrary really I’m stuck like the mad hatter And the mirror floats about freely Yes I’m scared to death But the death is so enticing I push and pull each breath But the sharp oxygen is slicing Tired and alone I wander aimlessly With no place to call home I can’t say I do so blamelessly It’s my fault I’m so messed up But I want that skin and bones I rinse my mouth with a cup After throwing up dark tones I hope my body forgives me For hurting it so greatly It’s not who I want to be But I’ve gotten much worse lately
#sad#sorrow#depressed#anorexia#bulimia#binge#purge#hurting#hurt#lonely
Emiliute
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Emiliute
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC
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