i honestly don't remember if i shared this poem yet. but if i didn't here it is: (slight TW too)
Empty Plate, Empty Soul, Empty Body, a poem by Ana
Do you hear the way she says "I'm not hungry."
Do you hear the way she sobs at night alone?
Do you hear the sound of gagging in the restroom?
Do you see how she has physically changed?
Do you see how the scale is out when it isn't supposed to?
Do you see the way she wakes up late?
Do you notice her heart pounding?
She starves.
She whimpers through the pain.
She eats one small thing.
Water and gum are all she needs.
But pleads to have more
All that to have the perfect body.
mini vent?
im honestly so exhausted.
im trying hard for many around me and i cant even comprehend my feelings.
im told to do 1000 things at the same time.
all i want is a break
i ask for some time alone.
"mm, do this then yeah go sleep"
they say it like they dont gaf abt me.
NO ONE respects that.