#binging - Hello Poetry

Fifty One hundred Two hundred Purge One hundred fifty Three hundred Starve They go up Exponentially adding weight I don’t need it I don’t need the food I don’t need what will hurt me Calories add up more and more Maybe one day this will all not matter But now All I can do is count and count

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Apr 14

Apr 14, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC

Anon_acc

Calories

Fifty One hundred Two hundred Purge One hundred fifty Three hundred Starve They go up Exponentially adding weight I don’t need it I don’t need the food I don’t need what will hurt me Calories add up more and more Maybe one day this will all not matter But now All I can do is count and count

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Look, here I am Reclined, legs akimbo, Outwardly bulging to lordosis. A pint of blueberries on my hips, form A **** train through my lips I had been honored by the Hoarding Board: Primly donuts, princely Kinder, Father Belvita, priggish pretzels. They were folded With teeth, into acid. They're all memorialized, in thrall Wrappers nested within wrappers Yes. Here I am Churning away My heart pulsing lust My fingers settling dust. Your concerns in front of the mirrors Of dressing rooms, of fitness-gymnasiums Petty. I'm above all that, I ate all of that. Pretty.

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Jul 18, 2024

Jul 18, 2024 at 9:00 AM UTC

missanthrope

Braggadocio

Look, here I am Reclined, legs akimbo, Outwardly bulging to lordosis. A pint of blueberries on my hips, form A **** train through my lips I had been honored by the Hoarding Board: Primly donuts, princely Kinder, Father Belvita, priggish pretzels. They were folded With teeth, into acid. They're all memorialized, in thrall Wrappers nested within wrappers Yes. Here I am Churning away My heart pulsing lust My fingers settling dust. Your concerns in front of the mirrors Of dressing rooms, of fitness-gymnasiums Petty. I'm above all that, I ate all of that. Pretty.

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i'm getting bad again. i'm kind of vain. i look at my reflection often. i feel terrible every time. it kind of reminds me of when my baby teeth would get loose. i'd push my tooth side to side with my tongue. there'd be a twinge of pain, but it felt good. locking myself in my bathroom and pulling my shirt up to see my waist is like that. it hurts me every time--- constantly reminding me of how i'll never look the way i should, but i can't stop.

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Jan 30, 2018

Jan 30, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC

psilocybin

tooth fairy

i'm getting bad again. i'm kind of vain. i look at my reflection often. i feel terrible every time. it kind of reminds me of when my baby teeth would get loose. i'd push my tooth side to side with my tongue. there'd be a twinge of pain, but it felt good. locking myself in my bathroom and pulling my shirt up to see my waist is like that. it hurts me every time--- constantly reminding me of how i'll never look the way i should, but i can't stop.

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my room was filled with darkness, except for the flashlight i was holding. pacing and pacing and pacing crying and crying and crying my note to you was written in blue ink that looked like scribbles. you told me i could talk to you but you became angry whenever i did. i decided i would give up. i couldn't bear starving myself anymore. i couldn't look at myself anymore. i couldn't stand watching you rapidly distance yourself from me. my hips were bleeding and the blood was dripping down my thighs and sticking to my sweatpants. i looked through every drawer and every cabinet in my bedroom. i stayed silent because my family was sleeping peacefully and thought i was, too. i couldn't find the pills. i looked through the same drawers and cabinets hoping that i would see those tiny white circles in that tiny plastic bag. i couldn't find the pills. i decided i would go to bed. i lit the note for you on fire and threw it out of my bedroom window and into my lawn. all that pacing and all that crying tired me out and i curled up in bed with blood all over my legs and gently cried myself to sleep.

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Feb 24, 2019

Feb 24, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC

psilocybin

desolation

my room was filled with darkness, except for the flashlight i was holding. pacing and pacing and pacing crying and crying and crying my note to you was written in blue ink that looked like scribbles. you told me i could talk to you but you became angry whenever i did. i decided i would give up. i couldn't bear starving myself anymore. i couldn't look at myself anymore. i couldn't stand watching you rapidly distance yourself from me. my hips were bleeding and the blood was dripping down my thighs and sticking to my sweatpants. i looked through every drawer and every cabinet in my bedroom. i stayed silent because my family was sleeping peacefully and thought i was, too. i couldn't find the pills. i looked through the same drawers and cabinets hoping that i would see those tiny white circles in that tiny plastic bag. i couldn't find the pills. i decided i would go to bed. i lit the note for you on fire and threw it out of my bedroom window and into my lawn. all that pacing and all that crying tired me out and i curled up in bed with blood all over my legs and gently cried myself to sleep.

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I hate a lot of things, but but. Not you

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Feb 5, 2017

Feb 5, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC

marieniege

hrmph. my drunk poetry.

I hate a lot of things, but but. Not you

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I can't tell why I'm crying anymore Where are my tears coming from? Are they coaxed out by the fingers down my throat, coming up with the acids in my stomach? Or are they because of the pain leading me to do this to myself? Blurring things together, Making my reflection as distorted and fat and bloated as I am in my mind I can feel the flesh settled on my bones. The fat waiting there, wishing I could skim it off with a knife I know it must be as soft as butter why am I doing this why am I crying why am I killing myself from the inside I can't tell why I'm dying anymore

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Dec 29, 2016

Dec 29, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC

ballemic

i can't tell

I can't tell why I'm crying anymore Where are my tears coming from? Are they coaxed out by the fingers down my throat, coming up with the acids in my stomach? Or are they because of the pain leading me to do this to myself? Blurring things together, Making my reflection as distorted and fat and bloated as I am in my mind I can feel the flesh settled on my bones. The fat waiting there, wishing I could skim it off with a knife I know it must be as soft as butter why am I doing this why am I crying why am I killing myself from the inside I can't tell why I'm dying anymore

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Depression ft anxiety its one hell of a show ups and downs you can binge watch it for days weeks months even years

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Mar 10, 2016

Mar 10, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC

decayingflowers

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Depression ft anxiety its one hell of a show ups and downs you can binge watch it for days weeks months even years

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