#starve
at least if I starve myself to death
I'll die beautiful
and wont be insecure about my dead body
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 1:10 PM UTC
its working then?
the starvation?
the jeans
there bigger
way too big almost
practically falling down
people told me that I'm getting thinner
I don't know
if this is a call for help
or a green light
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC
"Or you might be tired because you haven't had any food in you since friday
THAT makes you tired.
But but buttttttt
Ill eat when I have a gf trust ^-^
that's not healthy
Idcccccccccc
Motivation yk???
please
I need you to eat something later please
but its like a Duolingo streak yk?
**** no
then I'm comparing a lot of my **** to a DUOLINGO STREAK
I lost my 500 day streak at camp
OF DUOLINGO NOT EATING LMAOOOO"
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 10:17 PM UTC
Oh how I wish I was skinny
I look at all the other girls
They have small waists
I feel like a fat monster
I eat, eat, eat
Then throw it back up
And I repeat
It's never enough
People say I'm skinny too,
But they're just being nice
They know how I look
They don't know everything I've tried
I don't eat for days
Then I eat so much
Sometimes I eat enough,
Then it comes all back up
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 6:03 PM UTC
It seems like lately
Its all been pain and frustration
And I realized
That I go to counseling
And I'm told about how toxic
All of my relationships are
And I realize
That I don't know who to love anymore
And I just don't know
If it's worth it to me
To rid myself of poison foods
If it means I'll have to starve.
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 3:36 PM UTC
Master of Arts
The soul of mine, I cannot find!
I’m lost in the ocean, amongst crashing waves — I’m almost blind!
Mastering of Arts, I beg of you — let the fates be kind
I have been good, haven’t I?
I’ve fed my body well and kept my healthy veins —
... my mistake was that I hadn’t fed another
anything but grains —
But, I don’t understand? I too am a man!
with needs of my own, and I support a wealthy land!
I have wives that lay by me, I feed them well with my hand
Is that not enough for you master? Sight o’foreseeable! What comes of me now? too lay like a fish? I hope that comes by faster!
The waves ripple,
the water crashing by at my feet
I scatter away, frightened by the coming dribble
The sky was turning dark — an upcoming storm was to pass by, I had no shelter and nothing here to eat
My stomach growled, too loud of a sound
It had been awhile since it’d done that, I was always kept satisfied
Now, nothing’s here — not fishes nor ground
The sky roared, electrified
The storm was approaching too soon!
No blues, No light loomed
Overhead. Only the thundering boom.
Too much to bear! Too much too weigh!
Oh Master of Arts!
I’m sorry I hadn’t looked down the lanes!
I saw them too, Ah! They had been too frail and somber!
Starving all day!
Forgive me, Master! I won’t make another...
the seas are crashing courses with their waves,
Stronger each time, “I don’t have all day to be saved!”
But lightning struck, and I swore to keep my place in line
now isn’t the time to be a swine!
Selfishness is another seed to be taken, enough to make you blind
Master of Arts
I swear to you,
I’ll pay more mind
to the frail, aching bodies of the souls
in need
I have enough — I swear it! — to feed!
Master of Arts,
Let the fates be kind..
I swear I have changed, my mind, my acts, my scroll
Amidst all
I have realized
My role
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC
I take my pen
As i want to stand still
Applaud their pain
Everything is against their will
For their lives they had a plan.
Fearless
Being separated from their family
Look
how they're starving
Do they deserve?
Look
how they're suffocating
This isn't correct
Look
how they become homeless
Nobody wants to address this
This isn't fair.
They become more than hopeless
Snatching away their rights
Burying their dreams
Dreams of the innocent children.
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 7:30 AM UTC
I was on my zone
Ready
with weapon
My heart
hard like stone
Head
stands like mountain
Fearless
fighting alone
Being guided
with my inner
tone
My body
never want to frozen
My story shall be told
When i am gone
A story of a very brave
and courageous son
Fight with those left us to starve.
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 3:25 AM UTC
my propensity
to manifest demons into people
consistently projecting
the tragedies of my own imagination
into other people
my desire to eject
leaves me like the cockroaches
hungry and filthy
but i didn’t make me
right?
theres nothing in me that wants it
why can’t i starve
the deep hate
eat the world’s abundance
decadent and I, undeserving
i’m tired of not feeling something
only feeling nothing
drive my skin against the walls
that i built up
just to long for them to fall
but it’s not me
no accountability
ready
it’s you and me
i need purity
to know you want me
not just me in you
you make me feel nothing close of void
sleep with me
just me
i promise i don’t see
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 10:15 PM UTC
three hundred pound woman
screaming my children are starving
saw it and just cried
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 10:15 PM UTC
the starving child with filthy hands
reaches quietly towards me for anything i can give
knowing from experience that cries will fall on deaf ears
i turn my face away
refusing to feed the pathetic creature
because i want some semblance of superiority over something for once in my life
because when i was starving
not for food, but for something far more filling
i too was left wanting
and i need someone to feel that desperation too
because i want that child to learn as i did
that the world is a cruel place
and that you need to learn how to feed yourself
or perish in slow starvation
because when you give away all that you have
leaving nothing for yourself to gnaw upon
you are no better than the starving masses you serve
and death is far better than what you deserve
the child and i will starve together
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC
The first time I contemplated suicide was at the age 13.
Sleeping pills. Just like mom.
I wanted to dream forever.
Many more occurrences followed that year.
The next was at the age of 15.
Cutting. Finally had the courage.
I took a broken shard of glass and I
Finally found the anger inside of myself.
Following that was the age of 17.
Self inflicted pain. Heartache seemed worse at the time.
I dug my nails into my skin.
Making scars seemingly physical now.
I finally found a way to release the pain.
Last night,
I contemplated suicide.
I promised that I wouldn’t go through with it.
But who cares?
Who could stop me?
Who would want to?
I’m happy.
I swear, I am.
You know I am.
I only fake it a little bit.
But sometimes,
I don’t think I can do this anymore.
I don’t think I can live anymore.
At least not by myself.
I hated myself,
And time and time again.
The hate seeps through the bleeding cuts.
Sometimes I starve myself.
Sometimes I hurt myself.
Sometimes I hate myself.
Sometimes I contemplate suicide.
But tonight
I cut the pen into paper.
Bleeding out my vulnerability in hopes to die poetically.
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 1:51 AM UTC
Don’t starve to life
An emaciated buffet unveiled
A feast of scraps
Hungry for your nutritious deceit
Portioned promise
Bloated truth dripping
And yet you're full
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
i am empty, except for the
butterflies that tickle my
stomach. forgot about food:
thinking of you and
everything i will say.
stay.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
i choke on these words
that have fled from containment
i sob and i take
gulps of air like hydration
i starve to maintain
this excess of hate
that sits loud and patient
across my whole navel
i blame these sharp words
that sneak out through my teeth
they lash out at you
as you stare wide at me
my headlights alarming your doe eyes
(no malice apparent but it breeds behind light)
as i speak in these slices of sentencing spite
(then i silently lie and regret in the night)
thought i grew this act out,
but i caved it all in
let it push its way up
let it surface my skin
just to see myself lose
what i thought was a win
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC
Starving myself and subjecting myself to hunger as a way of punishing myself for ruining things with you
Or maybe it was just too hard to leave my bed after i'd drowned myself in tears
Finally being able to eat a full meal without gagging, an appetite built up for years
Feels good to be putting the pieces back together
I'm not whole again
I'll never be whole again
But at least i'm not shattered
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
I want to die
Peacefully, on my own terms
Without pain or hurt
On my own
So that no one
Has to bear a loss
Though they wouldn’t be missing much
•••
Trigger warning ⚠️
(again, just in case)
•••
I often ponder
How I want to die
Do I jump off that balcony,
Or cross that street?
Do I use this knife,
Or just not eat
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC
Bony parts bruise faster.
I think to myself.
I look down at my arms. They are tinted yellow from the fading bruises.
Fatty parts bruise harder.
I think to myself.
I look down at my thighs, they have black spots scattered over them.
I sigh and touch my collarbones protruding from my body.
I stack the coins. I can fit 17 on each collarbone.
I look in the mirror and I know I am looking at a hollowed out skeleton, but all I see is me .. just as I've always looked, grey, boring, ordinary...
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC
The promises you fed me were empty
leaving me
hungrier than I ever was
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC
The growling of my stomach reminds me I'm alive.
Over and over relapse after relapse, when will my body finally collapse?
Not eating for days, is it from the depression or for the control?
The control that I cannot grasp so I try harder and harder
as my heart beat gets softer and softer.
Never will I be thin enough but I can sure try if I can't control my mind, why not the size of my thighs.
Summer twenty-eighteen, five days of no food, five days of stumbling upstairs and stumbling from the hall to my room.
Falling in the shower, black spots in my vision.
Fall of twenty-eighteen, trying to recover, but now I scream in the spring.
In my mind, I yell not to eat hoping to control the storm of insecurities in my head.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 3:51 AM UTC
I feed my habits
And ignore my needs
As distasteful as it seems
My plan succeeds
I plant the seeds
That grow the weeds
Won't feed myself
I starve, deceased.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 6:45 AM UTC