Juno Aerie
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It's about my 4 years with Purging type Anorexia.
I wrote it in literally 2 minutes. (I am an actual published poet by the way.
I am 17 years old
Sorry for grammatical errors, this was done quickly.
ED
I'ts about time you said your list of deeds.
Ramble on, and tell me what you need.
There's never a day without 9.
At 9 it's time for me to climb up the cave of regret.
I regret what I've done.
And it's time to pay
You never forget, everyday.
I'm on my knees for you.
its always the same.
I never forget the rules of this game
I try to fight, but you're much too endowed... and I'm much too meek.
My arms are so weak.
I can barley speak.
A slow dying flower,
a mind that can't seek.
a frostbitten winter.
But I've got this technique.
Please, suppress my stomach.
Clench my spleen.
Make me feel pretty and clean.
My tears are falling
Things that fall are never pristine.
The purity of light, you push me to see.
You push me to become,
To embody, to be.
I rebel, but face fear.
The food is eating ME.
They are morels of disgust, is what you're telling me.
Push me away, let me feel pain.
Fall on my knees, where I used to be.
The fear radiating, enveloping.
Now the bitch is burning.
Now the bitch is burning.
To be free as a kite in the wind, where I want to be.
Now the bitch is burning.
*The *'d words are the B word
I wrote it in literally 2 minutes. (I am an actual published poet by the way.
I am 17 years old
Sorry for grammatical errors, this was done quickly.
ED
I'ts about time you said your list of deeds.
Ramble on, and tell me what you need.
There's never a day without 9.
At 9 it's time for me to climb up the cave of regret.
I regret what I've done.
And it's time to pay
You never forget, everyday.
I'm on my knees for you.
its always the same.
I never forget the rules of this game
I try to fight, but you're much too endowed... and I'm much too meek.
My arms are so weak.
I can barley speak.
A slow dying flower,
a mind that can't seek.
a frostbitten winter.
But I've got this technique.
Please, suppress my stomach.
Clench my spleen.
Make me feel pretty and clean.
My tears are falling
Things that fall are never pristine.
The purity of light, you push me to see.
You push me to become,
To embody, to be.
I rebel, but face fear.
The food is eating ME.
They are morels of disgust, is what you're telling me.
Push me away, let me feel pain.
Fall on my knees, where I used to be.
The fear radiating, enveloping.
Now the bitch is burning.
Now the bitch is burning.
To be free as a kite in the wind, where I want to be.
Now the bitch is burning.
*The *'d words are the B word