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spiral-whirl Mar 2018
please eat,
do not starve yourself,
your skinny,
your beautiful,
when you say no one cares,
your saying a lie, my friend,
i care,
so pick up that fork,
and just please eat.
Angel Mar 2018
Crying,
Over the bathroom scale because I think the numbers are taunting
Smiling,
Because if people actually saw how I was feeling they'd avoid me.
Hurting,
Because I'd rather bottle it up than tell anyone
Dying,
Because not eating is more appealing than being happy.
Angel Mar 2018
I feel it
I hate it
I can stop it. I can eat.
Food tastes guilty.
I lie,
I starve.
I hide the fact that I'm hungry,
But I'm not going to eat.
Not yet.
Not until I've taken control
Maria Monte Mar 2018
I know
Under all these skin
And fat hugging me
Happiness was etched on my bones.

I just needed to waste
Away enough to see them
And feel them under my fingers.

H-A-P-P-I-N-E-S-S
I grew up thinking that starving myself meant I was strong but I've never seen strong girls crying because they couldn't lift their own bodies.
All the knife in my hand know is carving those words into my arm
All my stomach knows is to be starved
All my arms know is scarring
A cry for help is a cry for help no matter how you cry
Em Feb 2018
Have you ever fallen in love?
It feels like you're starving
and so full
of light.

Like you're dying
but you're living
inside.

Thank God,
I found My One
That night.
Isaac Spencer Feb 2018
Sweet,
Oily, rich,
Melts in your hand,
Manufactured,
And probably not safe,
But O, you crave it.

Cold,
Pain and pleasure,
In every flavor,
Melting,
Quickly gone,
But it's worth it.

Small,
With a swirl of-
Sugary goodness,
Crumbling,
And all yours,
Who would want to share?

Salty,
Seasoned and savory,
You can't eat just one,
Crunch!
Crisp, inviting,
And enough to share.
Tiana Marie Jan 2018
Do I give up on love altogether
Or do I hope that It makes us both better?
Are we better together or better apart?
Does it really even matter after a broken heart?

Do I pretend none of it even happened
After all that I’ve taken for granted?
Like the food on my table and the roof over my head.
I’m not the one starving, and I’m not the one dead.

Do I act as if everything’s fine?
Though everyone can see through those lies.
I can try to fake a smile and seem alright
If it’ll help you be the one to sleep at night.

Do I move on and find another
Or stay alone, hoping things will get better?
Are we better together or better apart?
Does it really even matter after a broken heart?
Aaryn Mar 2017
You're dying inside,
'Cause it's inside your mind,
You say that you're fine,
But you're not 'cause you're dying.

A smile on your face,
As your demons they chase,
What's left of your mind,
But now they can't find,
Any more of your mind,
'Cause it's lost,
So you cry.

You cry 'cause you're dying,
And you're dying while you're crying,
And it's not worth the time,
You think to yourself,
It's not worth the time,
You put in your life,
So inside your mind,
You decide that you'll die,
And you pick up the knife
Then you end your life.
Im Sorry
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