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#anamia
Stop saying my body is "goals" stop saying i have mesmerising eyes stop saying my smile is charming Or that i'm a sweetheart Stop calling me beautiful Beautiful girls don't sit at home alone on saturday nights Beautiful girls don't cry themselves to sleep And they don't hate what they see in the mirror beautiful girls get good grades beautiful girls get a lot of attention from guys Beautiful girls are friends with everyone they're not shy they don't get anxiety attacks over having to make a phone call Beautiful girls don't obsess over not having washed their hands for an hour And they don't count calories beautiful girls don't smile at the ground when they get a compliment They face the person who complimented them and compliments them back... Beautiful girls know how to write a proper poem. a beautiful girl is that girl in the front of the class, who gets straight A's and doesn't even have to try She has long blonde hair and blue eyes. she has straight teeth and a killer smile and all the guys are always around her. and She's never alone on saturday nights
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
Stop calling me beautiful
"daddy, i'm so tired all the time.." of course you are.. you barely eat... "don't i?" no you don't... you only just eat enough to survive you eat less than your 5 year old sister. "what?" Yea... - I don't know why... and i haven't thought about it. I like my body trust me But i don't want food I am hungry, but i don't eat till the hunger has passed i only eat because i have to... if i didn't have to i wouldn't eat. Eating bores me Eating makes me feel nonproductive I haven't thought about the fact that i eat less than my 5 year old sister... and i can't understand why daddy hasn't said anything before now.. And now i can't wait to get on the weight because i wanna see if he's actually right, that i'm losing weight.. Trust me i'm not trying to... idk why i'm doing this...
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
You eat less than your 5 year old sister
Fake smiles, but teary eyes. Alone in my room crying at night. i'm just gonna hide the scars with a sweater can't tell them i don't actually feel better. i'm so sad but i can't tell you why "i'm just tired" is my favourite lie. It's almost christmas and everyone's happy But in winter time i just feel so ****** I don't know why i feel so bad truth is i'm just another depressed sociopath
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC
Winter depression
i've been joyful for the past 4 months... i haven't even had one sad moment.... but all of a sudden i look back at how my family is torn apart, how i changed so much.. how much weight i gained.. how faded my scars are, and i kinda miss the way i fell.... I would never imagine that i could miss something that bad this much..
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
and just as i thought i was happy
i was sad, so one day i just stopped eating
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC
10W
A future projected Vividly I see you have arrived I know you're here to take from me Take and take I understand why I danced with you, demon I asked you to play Now this is the debt I have to pay Obsessed I became possessed Sacrificed individuality Signed in blood My life away Now Demon Wrap my bones in witches hope **** my stomach dry Take my vision Take my mind Take it all, it isn't mine Lie to me Break promise me Perfect for eternity I'll drink it up Purge my soul Grow dimmer Darker With every goal Shrinking, shriveling, fading fast Denying logic Believe my eye I am a shadow A mortal ghost A projection of what I ought to be There's less of me and more of you Filling the space where hunger grew I faulter Linger Hating you Loving you Hating to love you Fighting you I always lose And if I escape You'll ****** me I find the thought Strangely comforting See There's not much left Perhaps just a shimmer Of what was old me Bone dust, and sinners lust I am not much worth fighting for So when the reaper greets me (Demon! Say adieu!) I'll gladly take his hand And let him lead me away from you
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
A Demon Called Ed
I admit it.. I'm an attention ***** I starve myself, even though i know how skinny i am, even though i know 100 lbs is not a lot. I starve myself so people will notice me. Talk about me. Feel bad for calling me all that rude stuff. For the "I want her body" For the "Did you lose weight" For the People who will start caring. So people will talk behind my back about how i never eat. But also to have legs to die for, and a waist to love. To be perfect.
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
Attention *****
You ask me, what anorexia is like. It's like slipping or twisting your ancle without anyone seeing, no one to help you up. You sit until someone comes by, they help you up, but after a while you slip again. This time your sitting in mud and slowly sinking into it. And when you're two feet into that hole, a person comes by and tries to help you since your anvle is hurt. But you're afraid they'll fall too so you ask them to leave. You start to crawl out and finally get up, but slip again. You fall down in that hole again, and this time you beoke your entire leg. It starts raining and the hole grows deeper. It's 5 feet deep now. One of your well known friends comes by and tries to help you, but ends up throwing you a shovel. But actually you start to like your hole, you take contact to people, who also fell into a hole. There are sites on the internet, some shows how to get the deepesr mist perfect hole. Other shows how to get up. But you're sad, and you like your hole, so you try to get that deepesr one. You want to win this, you wanna show everyone who called you weak that you can get the deepest hole in the world. But when you're 20 feet under ground, and everyone starts to notice your hole. Everyone is willing to help you. And suddenly you have 20 shovels, and 20 stairs. But you can't decide wich one is better. That's what being anorexic is like
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
You ask me what anorexia is like
you know one of those days where everything you do seems to be wrong. where people bug you. even more than usual. one of those days where your favorite candy, is right next to you but you don't even feel like taking one bite where you want to do everything but don't even have the courage to write a good poem? and you just end up writing something like this.. i hate those days.
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
One of those days
I'm sorry That whatever i do, i can't seem to get it right And i'm sorry That i got this depressed all of a sudden And i am truly deeply sorry if i hurt you And don't say i didn't cause i saw the tear in your eye And don't say you miss me either. Cause if you really do, wich is highly unlikely, it will pass. And don't go to my grave, telling me you love me. Cause that's what i needed to hear when i was alive.
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
I'm sorry
anorexia you inside of me hysteria is all you'll ever be. you're a struggle and you caused me a lot of trouble yes you made me skinny all with that stupid theory but i'm gonna win in the end even though you are my only friend i will not die today just have to get back what i threw away i called you my master for way too long but i just realized where i belong i have my friends here and they take away my fear i might have been close to death but only beacuse of your stupid threat "you're gonna get fat" and then we had the calorie chat but i'm forcing you to leave so i can freedom achieve
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
Anorexia you're inside of me
It's our little secret. You'll have to keep it Feel the pain in your gut Close your heart and keep it shut. Let no other person in And let the punishment begin. Every wrong thing that you make Will also be my mistake I'm beginning to see. What people think of me, I swear it's not by choice, But ana has this voice. She starves me of my youth, And that's the only truth. This hunger grows in me like cancer I expected her to have the answers And she did But she haven't made me fit
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
Ana's voice and my answer
that girl in the conor 80 lbs of weight she's beautifully broken skinny almost dead that girl in the front 200 lbs of weight she's happy and giggly but fat and almost dead we have me in the middle 100 lbs of weight i'm neither happyor beautifull i'm fat, living but not at all alive
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
almost dead
Today is the day I have chosen to die,on the wings of an ANGEL I will fly high I feel I could have been better while I was here, but on the wings of an ANGEL,I will have no fear. All my life I had to put up a fight,but on the wings of an ANGEL I will be alright. Things may have been better if i'd taken time to pray,now I am on the wings of an ANGEL and I am going to be ok
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
on the wings of an angel
here we go again sitting on my own crying in the shower same old sad tone razor blade passion calling my name far in my thoughts fasting my fat frame all these words rushing in my brain i write them down on paper to deal with my pain
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
poetry to me
she's proud og herself but she won't tell you why it has now been a month since last she even tried but they voices won't stop today she still won she put down her razor and put down that gun after hours of thinking to herself she goes and picks up her old friend from the shelf overwhelmed with emotions she picks up her blades and disposes her devils, drops the charade for the first time in a while her lips crack to a smile this wont be easy but in the end it will be worthwhile her cuts will turn to scars and those scars will fade and this makes her feel stronger she's no longer afraid
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Self harm
A broken mirror A bleeding fist A silverblade Against a wrist Tears falling down To lips unkissed Ignore her and she wont exist Shes not the kind Youll come to miss
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
Not the kind youll come to miss
Im alive But i feel dead Im choking On my own breath Im myself But still someone else Deciding who to be Is a living hell All these things All this stuff It ruins me It fills me up Im burning down Im tearing up Just take it away Please make it stop
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Choking on my own breath
Shes just a child Whos ready to die She took her gun Shes been deprived She pulls the trigger And spreads her wings Another angel Suicide brings
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Shes just a child
So happy Yet secretly so dark So loved but yet she hates herself Shes like every one else But yet so different
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
So different
ripped apart limb by limb shattering bone heart caving in self mutilation scar after scar empty and hollow torn through this war
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
ripped apart
*she promised me never to do it again she promised to try stay happy but it wasn't that easy i took her weapon she found a new one and before i got to take a second breath her towels stained red again...* (c.m.h)
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
a promis hard to keep