Resistance,
It is all I know.
Forks and spoons
Are all for show.
My taste buds,
Numbing.
My senses,
Succumbing.
To bitter truth
Of my body,
Crumbling.
My stomach,
Rumbling.
This is torture and divine,
All at the same time.
For I am blind,
And my body is weak.
Crawling with little energy,
For no meal shall I eat.
I will wait and see,
Who finds me,
In front of my reflection.
For sustenance,
I welcome rejection.
My body,
Now filled with injection.
For you mention,
That I
Am a section
Of what I used to be.
Leaving me
To feel like rotten meat.
But you,
Scolded my body.
Isn't this what you wanted to see?
Nov 13, 2023
Nov 13, 2023 at 3:19 PM UTC
Resistance,
It is all I know.
Forks and spoons
Are all for show.
My taste buds,
Numbing.
My senses,
Succumbing.
To bitter truth
Of my body,
Crumbling.
My stomach,
Rumbling.
This is torture and divine,
All at the same time.
For I am blind,
And my body is weak.
Crawling with little energy,
For no meal shall I eat.
I will wait and see,
Who finds me,
In front of my reflection.
For sustenance,
I welcome rejection.
My body,
Now filled with injection.
For you mention,
That I
Am a section
Of what I used to be.
Leaving me
To feel like rotten meat.
But you,
Scolded my body.
Isn't this what you wanted to see?
This poem is all about eating disorders and how other people can contribute to low self-esteem within ourselves. It is always important to uplift others, as everyone is beautiful no matter size or shape!
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