The monster is a prison, a square like silver colored Hell
It has no jaws or teeth, just a number it has to tell
I visit every morning, trapped by my temptation
Looking for some calm in my shrinking desperation
But no matter what it tells me, I keep on coming back
After ever meal and workout, to know that I'm on track
Because if I stray a little, I have to starve a lot
Force my fingers down my throat 'till my teeth begin to rot
And I tell myself it's better than eating 'till I'm full
Because its better when I'm empty, because it's then that I feel whole
But my friends have started to worry, they see the monster in my eyes
I claim that " I'm just not hungry " but that know that it's all lies
My ribs protrude too much, I feel too light to move
I drink nothing but water, and puke up all my food
I've fallen victim to the monster; it's taken everything
Forcing to face the reality that has now become me
This paper thin cut out, too weak to ask for help
Who watches as the monster finally consumes herself
Leaving only a skeleton, whose clothes no longer fit
Hanging loose upon a girl, who just wanted to be perfect.
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Handle With Care (Poetry)
PoetryThis is a collection of the poems that I've written, the main themes you will find in this collection, are depression, love, and homosexuality. there will be others of course, the occasional funny one, a themed poem etc. I wrote most of these in the...
