I find sick pleasure in
How fragile the human knife
And how the skin is parted
With the soft touch of a knife
Of how a beautiful mirror
If shattered to pieces of glass
Can bleed a human being to death
And how long the pain can last
A person taking their last breaths
A rope around their neck
That strangles every gasping breath
Leaving them a helpless wreck
The vastness of the ocean
Capturing many in its' waves
Deep within the water
Who no one tried to save
How a broken heart can cause
The many tears they've cried
And the power to take their own lives
By committing suicide
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Poems by an Anorexic
Poetrya collection of poems I wrote while going through the worst of my anorexia. If any of these sound familiar you might have read one on tumblr which i posted about two years ago, and then other people also put those on IG. All the poems belong to me...
