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Shannon Wright Oct 2014
I use the words "depressed" and "sad" interchangeably because there's something about the innocence of the word 'sad' that makes people listen
Maya Grace Oct 2014
A wave of grey
A surge of anxiety

What was I doing here
Do I recognised this place

A dark cocoon
A low rising mist
A location only I hold

The lonely, heavy pull
Was this life

Alone with  my mind
A dangerous predicament
A choice I have not made

Can you hear my screams
Or are they muffled like my mind  

I see no route ahead
The path is fading quickly

I hold the rail
Longing for direction

No one sees me
There's no one here

I look up at the world above
Will I one day be taken there!!?
Abigail Oct 2014
I’ve got so much to tell the world
Like Lucy it’s not your fault I cut
Or Lauren of course I ate today
I’m ****** up I’ve accepted it
No use crying over me
Can’t you see?
I’d be happier up in the sky
Away from the pain and fears
Drifting through the clouds
Floating away from all the pain
Can’t you see I cut deeper after a fight
It’s all my fault
I’m worthless
I should die
But I won’t
Would anyone even notice?
If I faded away
Stopped breathing
Would they?
So I don't know what to call this poem, anybody want to suggest a title?
no one Oct 2014
and she cried
completely alone again

ugly red letters carved into her skin



-k.l.
Abigail Oct 2014
Drowning, slowly sinking
Struggling to keep her head up
The pain sets in
Its getting harder to breath, harder to move
Struggling to eat without the self hatred
The disease is setting in
The blood flows out
Stark red contrasts against white
Pain leaves the body
Slowly
The pain drains away as her soul returns
One less angle left on earth.

She cuts deeper each time past the skin past bone
Letting the sickness bleed out
But its speeded into her bones
Heads spinning round
Running in circles anyway
Chasing down the dreams trying to get away
Starving every morning starving every night
Hungry to bed makes her light
Voice screaming in her head drowning out her thoughts
Her voice slowly fades
Getting harder each day
Losing sleep and her mind
Diving further into the abyss the deep dark unknown.
axr Sep 2014
Girl,you're pretty
Now stop starving
just to be skinny

Girl, you're beautiful
Nothing can get down
Now eat that meal till your tummy's full

Girl, your life is precious
Don't risk it like this.
Walk with your head held high
And look at the positive things

Girl, I know it's hard
Near relapses, family
and your inner war
Learn to stay strong
Ignore their taunts.

Girl, remember you're beautiful
Someday someone's going to love you
and fade all of your blues.

Girl, you're you
With your talents
and dimensions
Those models on cover pages will never be you
A reminder to girls out there who don't feel great about their bodies. I am in recovery since 7 months and I haven't felt this alive before.
elizabeth Sep 2014
Eating is hard.
Not eating is hard.
It’s hard to be hungry,
and it’s even harder to be full.
It’s hard to say yes to food,
and to say no.
It’s hard to eat foods you know you shouldn't,
and not eat foods you know you should.
It’s hard to stare down a full plate and think,
“How am I supposed to do this?”
and it’s hard to stare down an empty one thinking,
“What have I done?”
Food is hard to deal with,
once you make it a situation
rather than a necessity.
Breakfast is hard,
lunch is harder,
and dinner is the hardest.
But maybe looking in the mirror is the hardest of all.
I wrote this a while ago and just found it
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