A Soul-Searching, Raw Poem: “Disappearing”

 

When you’re disappearing…

is it a surprise self-love is feels foreign when

we’ve been raised fluent in

self-hate?

“lazy” becomes your mantra
“Useless”,

the rally cry anorexia uses

to tighten its grip

The past becomes

a dull ache

in your bones
Slowly the future

is taken over

by nothingness

The tears become

less

as the pain

is clouded by starvation

It’s hard to feel anything when

you’re

disappearing

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