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War
Depleted hands
Damaged fingers
I didn't win today
My soul craves to be thin again
A constant war is waged

Always cold
Never empty enough
Food not seen as fuel in my mind
In the recovery world a meal is a victory
but I see it as failure in mine

Never understanding
how they can not see
Smiles don't mean that I'm healed
Breakdown has been achieved
My heart will remain sealed

Maybe tomorrow
I will try
To force myself to nourish
This body of mine and soul that I
So deeply want to cherish

Maybe tomorrow
I will live
Whatever that looks like
With my broken heart and bruised ribs
I will not abandon this fight
Sick and tired of being sick and tired. Ed, you can die.
Allyson Walsh May 2015
If your mother doesn’t tear us apart
I will

And I’ll do so without realizing it
Until I’ve pushed you far away and out of my reach

I hate hurting you
And I despise that my dislike toward myself is what hurts you most

I want this to be easier
I crave for the two of us to stand in the sun

The warm waves caressing my skin
And your hand in mine

Yet I continue to lurk in the shadows
The darkness is my security blanket

I see you standing with your hand stretched out
Begging me to just grab ahold and leave the secrets behind

But you know that I am afraid
My self-destruction is there when no one else is

You ask me to promise self-preservation
But how can I do so when I’ve failed again and again?

Feet inch closer to me and I shove
With all my might

I won’t let the darkness take you too
For WY
Letting you down is my least favorite thing.
(I'm so scared. Please don't leave when I push you away.)
hunny May 2015
she taps her chubby pink eraser against her equally chubby pink lips.
they're chapped and ****** but she's too distracted to care.
her feet fall out from beneath her.
the sun attacks her as she hits the wet cement.
she drops her ****** eraser, falling among worms and blades of grass.
she's oblivious to the wetness that engulfs her.
she's slowly
wholly
swallowed by cement.
the birds still chirp.
the sun still shines.
but the worlds a little different without that eraser of mine.
Allyson Walsh May 2015
His hands are large and strong
I knew this all along
Strong enough to hold me down

Smiles are contagious
His are crooked and malicious
Watching me squirm, crying

My daddy is not safe
I know now because he was taken away
But I thought this form of love was ordinary

I didn't mean to get him in trouble
But I was afraid when his hand was my muzzle
Now everyone looks at me like I'm made of glass

My mom says I can't talk to him
But I just don't get it
He said he wouldn't hurt me

My daddy wears orange
Mom answers his phone call with a look of warning
His clothes are in boxes down in the basement

There's a stack of papers on the counter
That mom's been staring at for the past hour
I think I need to help her with her homework

We make the bed with stains across the mattress
I don't think I can keep up with this practice
I pretend I don't see the guilt in mom's eyes

My mom and I sleep next to each other at night
Because we're both afraid he'll appear in the morning light
Looming over us with his hungry eyes
For the 1/4
Do not keep quiet
KM Ramsey May 2015
if words are life
then are all their
permutations
all 77
different words for fear
just shadows
smoke
of memories
which have crawled
out of me
and found a life in the mirror
with its gilded frame
tarnished
with the trail of destruction
bodies
piling up and up and up
towards the sky.

having these shadow creatures
living in the mirror
coming out to play
tic tac toe
eeny meeny miney mo
better let that razor go.

at least i’m never alone
smoke always caresses
my face when
i find myself
living in the mirror too.

a sweet touch
cool yet searing
calculated and wild
silk of broken mirrors.
i am everywhere
Allyson Walsh May 2015
Ignore the size of the portion
This is healthy
Ignorance is bliss

Cut and slice
Count the pieces the knife and fork create
Slip into old routine

Eat one cookie... eat five
Who cares?
You're this shape already

Turn the shower on twice a day
Watch it all wash down the drain
Hate the way you adore the acidic burn

Count the numbers
You're not wiz at college algebra
But you can count the calories, pounds, and body mass

Watch the flab vanish into sweat
Run for two hours a day
Do crunches until your innards explode

Faint in the shower
Forget what time of day it is
Sleep is now nonexistent due to hunger

Ward off the war within your belly
Empty is clean
Pain is beauty

Your teeth are rotting
From the lies about your meal plan
And your citric stomach

Compare yourself to all of them
Observe the way they enjoy it
They love the freedom of cuisine

Your mouth is watering
It's a good thing food cannot travel
Through a television screen

Cry at family gatherings and holidays
Your mother's eyes glaring across the table
While you wish you could vacate the skin you're in

Uncertainty is your best friend at this point
Indecisiveness and hatred are nothing out of the ordinary
Your mere thoughts are a whirlwind

And there's nothing romantic about it
For myself
(This is the fastest free verse I've ever written)
Dylan Lane May 2015
i did
the thing i said
i would never do again it's
dripping
down my arm
summer's coming
so i went up
on my shoulder
where nobody could see i
thought i
was gonna
be clean but
i cant
i'm not good enough
after three weeks, i cut again... i'm so sorry.
jen norris May 2015
you told me that you loved me
and i believed you
you told me i was special
and i believed you
you told me i was beautiful
and i believed you
then something changed
and you told me i was worthless
and i believed you
you told me i was useless
and i believed you
you told me i was no good
and i believed you
because i was so in love with you
even when you turned bad i believed every word you ever said
g May 2015
it
happened
again. It’s happening
again. I can’t stand to look at
your ******* face. I can’t look at it
because if I do I won’t want to stop. I hate
myself. I hate everything. Somebody please
rip the organs out of my body so I never have
to feel again. Rip my heart out last. Let it keep pumping
blood everywhere. Let my blood run wild. Let it stain
the gross dorm carpeting. Let my blood get all over your
hands and scar your mind so you can never look at blood
the same ever again. Kneel over me, over my dead body. Tell
me how much it hurts to see me like this. Look into my lifeless eyes
and tell me how much you miss me. Tell me you miss me I dare you.
I’ll look back into your cold, heartless eyes. You never cared for me.
I was only convenient. Let me know when you get to my lungs so I can
Hold my breath for you, like I always do every time I see you. Let me
know when you get to my heart so it can stop beating like it does
every time I’m near you. Tell me you’ll miss me I dare you.
And once you wash the blood off your hands and you go
and hold hers forget all about me. I am nothing.
I’ll always be nothing. I am and forever
will be nothing. Because I
am just convenient.
Aerial McAdams May 2015
there's nothing romantic about
stinging, shaking legs
and a still silence
surrounding lovers that creates
screams in their heads --
where did i go wrong
i'm such an idiot
there's nothing beautiful
about blood and self-loathing,
insecurities and guilt.
there's no turning around.
there's only moving forward.
and maybe they'll both be different,
but they'll probably stay the same.
and there's nothing --
nothing --
pretty about that.
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