Haven't you noticed that you gained weight?
Nothing fits the same.
I should get all the blame and shame.
150 pounds too big.
My new nickname is pig.
oink oink is what they taught me with.
too round.
too soft.
too bloated.
Want to pull off my flesh so maybe I could feel well.
Throw up the pain away so you could have fame.
Drown my sorrow with burgers.
Drink my tears with salty French fries.
When I die, they can't bury me because of my size.
Words eat me alive and suck me dry.
Leave me with nothing left but skin and bones.
Toothbrush pushed all the way down my throat.
Want to be so light that I can float away to a place where there isn't pain.
Cut myself because there no way someone would want me with this belly.
My tummy is made out of jelly.
I'm dying but no one seems to hear my cries.
"You're so pretty! Why would you want to lose weight?"
They don't know what lies inside the truth of my mind.
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Poems of Flesh and Blood
PoetryHello to anyone who finds this! This is where I'll be writing poems from time to time. Do be warned! Most of them contain heavy topics from personal experience. I hope you enjoy it and happy reading!
