Sleeping for days now,
want to die.
Want to get slim?
I want to cry.
Starving for hours now,
not feeling hungry,
feeling really dizzy,
feeling very angry.
Woes of a 19-year-old
who knows? who cares?
She lives, she breeds, and she dies.
That's why she's here.
I am going to sleep again.
Eternal peace arrives.
The sun rises and the sun sets.
But never catches my eye.
Is beauty really in a lover's eyes?
Then I guess no one loves me.
I am ugly. I'm horny.
There's nothing great about me.
But I still believe
that someday my prince will come,
to wake me from my eternal slumber.
Call me a princess and pull me under.
Love me, love my body.
Kiss me, call me baby.
Bring me peace. Bring me joy.
Or it's him whom I'll destroy.
I don't love myself enough.
I crave attention.
I sleep to lose weight.
My cure is starvation.
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Starving (cry me to sleep)
PoetryDon't let the outside world get the best of you. This poem is dedicated to all those who suffer from body dysmorphia and eating disorders. Don't worry, I'm just like you. :')
