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SpiritHeart67 Nov 16
Struggle
is all I ever know
And this broken
body
and mind
Feel like
all I've got to show.

An entire life
spent trying
to keep my head
above water,
My feet
desperately
scrambling
below me
Trying to find
purchase
on solid ground,
Something
that at this point
Seems unlikely to
be found.

Just SO
God ******
Tired...
Nigdaw Sep 10
I want to lose so much weight
even my own phone won't recognise me
George Krokos Jul 29
A lot of people in the world labor under the weight of too many things
they have accumulated in their lifetime and to which their mind clings.
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From "Simple Observations" - ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Secret-Author Jan 17
Look at you, you stupid b*tch,
Hanging from the rafters,
Despite being cold youre still
So fat, one too many afters.

If I had to list all the ways
That you so let me down,
The first one would be long ago
That you refused to drown.

Look at you, you're so fat,
And don't you blame the baby,
It's been eleven days since you
Had him, go on a diet maybe.

Look at you.
Just look at the state of you.
leeaaun Jan 2
blame is like a posion
no one wants to carry its weight
so they pass it onto you
as you're considered
a pushover
in their language
It doesn’t matter
how much weight you carry.
It’s about how you distribute.
Pain diffusion
is like sunlight through leaves;
it takes courage
to let brightness pierce through
and kiss you.
So stay with me,
right here,
by your tree roots,
where cyclamen grow.
Hold my hand
like you always knew me.
Forgive my shyness
as I fidget
with toe rings of clover -
I promise;
  I’m less and less scared -
I still love your wildness.
I feel you,
all over.
Eyes,
of Pure Water.
My lack of sharpness
is yearning to soften your edges.
I’m floating above your garden,
weightless.
The ripeness of fruit
that your highest tree bares,
smells like a rose
you delivered.
If we really are here
to mirror,
all I want to do for you
is shimmer.
dylan Aug 2022
And just when I think
things are good again
it happens,
the saddening,
the angering,
the depressing weight of the world
catches up
and crushes me
birdy Jul 2022
Each pound gained
my stake in 'pretty' waned
in societies tiny frame
of what's pretty
and what is shamed.
Sometimes I convince myself my worth is based on the scale, but if I lost twenty pounds that would not make me twenty pounds 'prettier', and appearance does not define you.
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