Poem I wrote (but I do have anorexia)
It makes us lie. People die.
Anorexia is it’s name.
No food today.
I wonder what I weigh.
Fat is all I can see….
Why can’t my family leave me be.
I’m disgusting, revolting…
I carved the word ‘fat’ into my skin.
I’m screaming but no one is listening.
‘Save me’ I scream…
Please let this just be a bad dream…
Anorexia has consumed me, PLEASE
just realize this isn’t me and see.
1 comment
I am sorry you are in such pain. You need to find help. You need to understand that it can be hard to get the right help but you need to actively seek it.
One thing I have learned is that many people who struggle know what is wrong with themselves they just don’t know how to fix it.
You are articulate – you have a wonderful way of writing and you know what is going on, you know it is hurting you deeply and you need help. Go find it – talk to your family or to someone who will listen.
take this into your own control and say that you want help, you want it to end (the pain, not your life – I hope). you are obviously very empathic and there is something that you are fighting (you are using your own body to speak) – it is easier if you use words – but it takes time and you need someone who will listen and help.