CW: ED, Body Dysmorphia
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She loved herself
The hair, the eyes,
The only things she liked, never venturing below her face.
He basked in the praise,
The constant onslaught of praise that was sung,
He doesn't know when it started,
One day,
They just stopped ー
The love, the care they felt for themselves
Hands digging into her scalp,
Strands of hair slipping through his claws
They'd throw them away, scoffing,
For they would never be thin,
Yet the patches of their head mocked them for it,
Her vision worsened,
He hated looking at himself,
Hated touching themselves,
They didn't care if everything fell off.
But all they can say
As their hands begin its routine scratchingー
I'm sorry,
I should have cherished you.
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The Ruin Remains
PoetryAn anthology of poetry and prose surrounding mental health, and psychological trauma, where I've used my words to draw out the river of emotions I wish I could've understood back then. Each chapter will have a content warning. A journey of emotio...
