My heart was left splattered The room has been left untouched Blood has dried on the walls around me But he walks around scraping it off My body quivers in fear His nails drag on the surface But his eyes stay on me White paint peaks through I feel like I'm about to puke Taking the broom he sweeps My broken heart right to me As if his cleaning was helping me
He forgot and forgave, and I was not ready for that mental cleansing yet
I scamp around trying to find myself, All others say – you’re ******* lazy man, I try to do something others don’t, People say – oh, look at this child’s moan, I want to be nothing like everyone else around, They scream – so, you think you’re better than the rest of us and you want to fly off this ground?
I say – I want to, I try to, I dream no matter what But in the end I realize, I’m just like everyone else in this stupid world I’m rotten, sinful and full of ****, And only with time I realize that I’ve been swallowed by others… and puked back into this dirt
Hunger Wolves gnawing at my stomach Pain With every move and twist of my body Burning me inside
I want to eat I need to eat But I can’t When I do Just a bite
One swallow I feel full It’s an empty full Then I puke It all comes out
Gross acidic taste The wolves keep eating me from the inside out Lightheaded and dizzy Am I okay? I’m lost in the stomach
Anorexia. Oof. My demon. I haven’t been affected that much but a few months ago it was pretty bad. My mom and friends parents always said Sweetheart your so thin. That made me really sad because I was still called fat face because of my faces bone structure of being round... no matter how skinny I was my face stayed the same.