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fat
i despise
what I’ve done with
this meat prison i’m trapped in
fat collected everywhere
sides, arms, and legs
like pools of self-hatred
i want to tear and rend
cut the fat off this body
until i don’t look horrible
but i’m too cowardly
to feel real pain
i have tried
to throw the food out
after it was already consumed
but that never worked
i’m even a failure
at destroying my body

i am not soft
i am not cute
i am horrific
body so fat
and so ugly
i hate my body
i feel so wrong
body distorted
my teeth are
vibrating
what is this?
why am i
this way
so wrong
distorted
uncomfortable
so wrong
i feel so weird
bile rising in my throat
i’m the ground again
away from people
but the noise won’t stop
won’t stop
god why won’t it stop
my mind is a never ending barrage
of loud, violent thoughts
overwhelming, unstoppable

i hide and hide
laying down to slow my heart
beating, racing
as if trying to escape my thoughts
is this a panic attack?
but i’m not crying
and this feeling has lasted days
so of course not, of course not

my skin doesn’t feel right
like i could peel it right off
my clothes are too tight
i can feel each atom in my body
vibrating so urgently, so violently
nothing is right

other methods fail
they always do, they always do
so i turn to my worst comfort
tearing into flesh on my arms
carefully hidden under shirtsleeves
i can finally breathe

this feeling is all consuming
no end in sight
i hide and pretend
i can’t worry anyone again
it’s been days
but i can wait
help is too much trouble
i’ve already annoyed my girlfriend enough
The Dr. said
I've got 6 months at best
So I best
Get everything met

Get my house into order
Find the nearest crying shoulder
Enjoy what I've got
Before I lose the whole lot

Make my amends
With whoever I can
And if they won't accept
Wipe the dirt from my hands

What was of the utmost import
Has suddenly changed in its course
And the mirror doesn't like
The way I look anymore

Crazy dreams fill my head
As I lie in this bed
I dream that I'll live
But I wake up to death

When what the Dr. said
About having 6 months at best
Continues to ring
Inside of my head
Need to mention this is just the poem
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