#anorexianervosa
i wish 5.27.25 (5:53 pm / 18:53)
i wish you would let me starve myself
i wish you didn’t feed me so carefully
i’ll be happier if you let me not eat
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 8:57 PM UTC
i’m slowly breaking 5.27.25 (5:47 pm / 18:47)
i’m slowly breaking, can’t you see
can’t you understand me?
i don’t need to be diagnosed,
i just want you to hold me
and know me and see me
i don’t care that i’m broken in a hundred different ways
i don’t care that i’m cutting and starving
and crying alone and being depressed
i don’t care that the whole world is just closing in
claustophobically
crushingly
i’m slowly breaking
and i don’t care
i just want you to be here
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 8:56 PM UTC
this is because i am...
I am a artist
I am a poet
I am a cutter
I am a starver
I am a mess of scars
And broken pieces
But the problem is
I am me
When I look in the mirror
All I see is a mistake
A little mess
Of pain And starving
And the scars all along my body
A problem
A smudge on humanity
But that's who I am
I guess I have to accept that
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 3:31 AM UTC
There was a garden full of butterflies
They we're buzzing around
From flower to flower
It seemed everything was fine
But one butterfly didn't had a nice parental house
The parents often didn't say nice things to it
"You are Not good enough"
But also didn't do other nice stuff
In the school the Others laught about it
And started calling it names
The teachers only looked away
Also when it Changed her colors to Grey
The butterfly tried to be perfect
And wanted at least controll one thing
It wanted to controll it's body
So it lost a bit to much weight
While the others ate and ate
It sat in front of it's full plate
And in her head it praid
"Sorry for not beeing perfect"
The body started to shiver
'Cause it felt cold
Even when the sun was shining
That put it a nother crises
The butterfly's body started to change
It started to get problems with it's skin
But also with it wings
In it body everything started to sting
The day came where it was having a nap
A storm came up
And took the butterfly with it
And it was never seen again
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 12:36 AM UTC
Em frente do espelho
Em um surto de lucidez, penso
O que foi que eu fiz com meu corpo?
Ele era tão saudável
Mas eu não me amava antes
E também não me amo agora
Eu lembro de desejar a todo custo
“Emagrecer até morrer”
E é essa frase que corre em minha mente
Quando eu sinto minha visão escurecer
Eu lentamente estou morrendo
Em frente ao espelho, me pergunto
Se era essa a minha vontade
então por que eu estou tão assustada?
Jan 3, 2022
Jan 3, 2022 at 12:55 PM UTC
Ana,
I've known you for a while,
And at first I was afraid.
I didn't know what you'd do
Or whether you could help me.
Now I don't see why
Everyone I know is so
Pressed about me
Being friends with you...
I don't know why
they don't like you.
They try to keep me away
From you and your help.
You're a kind person,
And you've helped me.
You make me happy.
You fix my problems.
I hope you can explain
Why people don't like you.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 1:50 PM UTC
How she moved so carelessly
when touched by the evening breeze
she sparkled like the light ***** in the night sky
however, I heard the anguish in her laugh
she consistently kissed me like it was her last kiss
danced as if it was her last dace
lived as if it was her last night
fascinated by everything
but I was only fascinated by her
how tiny her fingers were around her cigarette
how her bones looked like
they were about to leave her body
I never understood
But as she took off
Her bones became stardust
longing to get home
now I understand
that she never was supposed to be here with me
god had other plans for my angel
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
I try so hard to be beautiful
If you only knew
But there is nothing beautiful
About the things I do
I try to be less so I can feel like I'm more
But does the number on the scale even matter anymore?
I'm promising and promising I ate before I came
But these pretty little lies are driving even me insane
And if you can't see through my smile
If you can't figure it out
I'm slowly killing myself
From the inside out
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
"You're too skinny",
says my love
just as the dawn
breaks through
the window shades.
The seconds
turn into sobs.
With every tear
another bone
protrudes.
All:
cheekbones,
hipbones
and ribs.
My rings
slip off my fingers,
jeans slide down,
the numbers
on the scale
decrease;
these moments,
a triumph.
There's no
stopping her,
no turning away.
She's taken over;
demanding:
SMALLER THAN SMALL.
I answer with:
obsession,
body checking;
an overpowering
need
to be weightless.
I close the door
on him
and the silly ideas
of getting well.
Turning to her,
we hold fragile hands;
I whisper,
"Together, till the end."
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC