This is a poem I wrote on the 17th of April in 2007, while I was at my lowest weight of 46kg.
I don't show this to anybody.
NOT THE END.
Darkness takes over,
suffocated by pain.
Tears and blood;
all that escape.
Secrets that pour out
with pills and a blade,
anticipate the slice;
beautifully made.
Coldness sinks in,
white walls surround,
creeping slowly
up from the ground.
Soft skin breaks,
red stains the tiles.
Shattered face;
she flickers a smile.
Short breaths steady,
hair grazes the floor;
Silent screams for help.
Human No More.
2 comments:
That is a really beautiful poem and it has so much soul in it, I was really touched by it.
At my lowest weight I'd write poetry when I was actually conscious and sometimes it can be quiet haunting but really amazing at the same time...
xx Katie
wow it's a really beautiful poem.
totally love it. at my lowest weight
i never wrote a poem...
thank for your following. I don't
like it to go shopping,
because I feel always fat.
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