Warning- eating disorder post
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She had an illness, deep in her head;
Poor sweet little girl, wishing to be dead
She had some swarms of demons, whispering in her brain;
Screeching vicious voices, that never would refrain
She hid it well, closed her lips;
Hushed her voice, and slimmed her hips
Stopped eating, and smiling, and living as well;
Trapped under a landslide of her make-believe spell
Lost a bit of her mind along with each pound;
Treading deep water, where the insecure drown
Disorder consumed her, and swallowed her whole; nibbled on her insides and sucked out her soul
She can't remember who she was, or what she has become;
Just seeking pure perfection, finding absolutely none
Needs to eat but can not gain; should seek help but loves the pain.
Wants to yell but can't reach out; can only whisper what she needs to shout
Knows she's sick, but can't admit;
Too large for anorexia, far too far from fit
Imperfect.
Imperfect.
She is not done yet.
So far to go.
To gain means to regret.
Dropping inches.
Starvation is key.
Perfection is near.
Sick? She can't be.
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