anorexia eatingdisorders poetry
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Fat thats what I am Ugly that's what I think when I look into the mirror, that mirror that just looks deeper into my eyes, that sees the hunger that fills them.Searching for the food that will stop the never-ending disorder.Help help that's what m
Sweat,
wet sheets stuck to sallow skin.
White light,
slices through the blinds. My room in slivers.
Morning,
coffee rich breath and that stale brain.
Mirror,
I looked into the mirror
and just what did I see?
A girl who looked inferior.
Oh God, is that me?
My cheeks have sunken in,
my pigment white as snow,
my hair is getting thin,
