I was beautiful. Until I wasn't.
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A poem about eating disorders (wow fun)

I was beautiful. Until I wasn't.

by sadboys

Becoming a skeleton was so much easier.

When school started again it was so easy to miss out of the important things.

Like eating.

and feeling alive.

And wanting to feel alive.

The things that will kill you will become normal again.

When your stomach shakes and shifts around those tectonic plates the earthquakes will make your hands shake

This means its working.

when your shoulders become to heavy and your spine begins to fold up like an old lawn chair

this means you are one step closer to being six feet under.

when your skin turns grey and the bruises show up like magic

this means you're already dead.

You'll take the compliments to heart and let them rot there.

You look so skinny.

Have you lost weight?

I'm glad you're getting healthy.

Health equals helpless.

By now you are a walking corpse. The worst kind too. No TV shows are made about you.

Your hair should start thinning. Maybe even falling out if you're lucky.

Your veins should shine through your skin like rivers cutting through snow and your lips should be so red they look like the flesh under your fingernails.

Your funeral will be as empty as your stomach.

and maybe you always wanted it that way.

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