#eatingdisoder - Hello Poetry

Why would I eat if the lies inside me fill me up? 'Til there's nothing but half-truths trapped inside. I plead, scream, beg for someone to hear my cry but it's locked deep within me. The pain I feel when I look in the mirror; why? Why do I hate myself? Hate my hair, my hips, my thighs, my stomach, my smile. I won't look anymore. I can't bear to see who's staring back. Shatter the mirror! Distort the already broken image. How much more damage could I do to myself before I'm through? The scale wails when I approach; the fourth time in a day. When the numbers fall, I let out a sigh of relief, but when they rise… What can I do? What would you do if you couldn't be you? Everyone's words are pointless. If its not the voice inside my head it doesn't matter. Nothing can satisfy my need to feel empty—to feel proud of the monster I’d become.

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Jan 13, 2025

Jan 13, 2025 at 10:44 PM UTC

pastelolivee

empty

Why would I eat if the lies inside me fill me up? 'Til there's nothing but half-truths trapped inside. I plead, scream, beg for someone to hear my cry but it's locked deep within me. The pain I feel when I look in the mirror; why? Why do I hate myself? Hate my hair, my hips, my thighs, my stomach, my smile. I won't look anymore. I can't bear to see who's staring back. Shatter the mirror! Distort the already broken image. How much more damage could I do to myself before I'm through? The scale wails when I approach; the fourth time in a day. When the numbers fall, I let out a sigh of relief, but when they rise… What can I do? What would you do if you couldn't be you? Everyone's words are pointless. If its not the voice inside my head it doesn't matter. Nothing can satisfy my need to feel empty—to feel proud of the monster I’d become.

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Dry heaving your sorrows Past flooded gates of stress Teary eyes and your runny nose Won’t make those problems go away Receive the truth Speak only lies Hush your own ****** fluid Until it can be mistaken for silence Relapse A quiet lullaby Of hungered dreams That only makes me seem smaller Problems, so many problems You have one more to overcome

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Jul 29, 2020

Jul 29, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC

Granola

Silent Bulimic

Dry heaving your sorrows Past flooded gates of stress Teary eyes and your runny nose Won’t make those problems go away Receive the truth Speak only lies Hush your own ****** fluid Until it can be mistaken for silence Relapse A quiet lullaby Of hungered dreams That only makes me seem smaller Problems, so many problems You have one more to overcome

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When I was 10 I started to eat too much. Confusing over indulgence for self love, in an attempt to fill the emptiness inside me. Every bite was a distraction from the isolation, Food shopping became an escape from the class room and as i got heavier, the guilt did too. Hanging over me like a shadow that never leaves. I was 18 when I had the urge, a desire to get it out of me, the answer was to purge. A teenage girl on a secret mission, this was the result of my messed up cognition.

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Feb 5, 2020

Feb 5, 2020 at 12:10 PM UTC

hannah-mcgregor

Weigh me down

When I was 10 I started to eat too much. Confusing over indulgence for self love, in an attempt to fill the emptiness inside me. Every bite was a distraction from the isolation, Food shopping became an escape from the class room and as i got heavier, the guilt did too. Hanging over me like a shadow that never leaves. I was 18 when I had the urge, a desire to get it out of me, the answer was to purge. A teenage girl on a secret mission, this was the result of my messed up cognition.

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