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Remember when we were four years old?
We used to play in the sandbox,
We used to build castles,
With our podgy little hands.
Remember when we were six?
You moved in next door,
And we talked through the trees,
Of our adjoining gardens.
Remember being eight?
We used to rollerskte everywhere,
Even down the slide,
At the park around the corner.
Remember at twelve?
You broke up with your boyfriend,
And cried until you fell asleep,
With your head on my shoulder.
Remember camp last summer?
When you got up at 4am to watch,
The Sun come up and I,
Just laughed-- and went back to bed.
I hope you know that all those memories,
Mean that I'm not judging you now,
Friends support each other,
No matter what.
Remember earlier this year?
When you didn't judge me or hate me,
Or call me names for what I did?
Respect for respect.
My debt is repaid.
We used to play in the sandbox,
We used to build castles,
With our podgy little hands.
Remember when we were six?
You moved in next door,
And we talked through the trees,
Of our adjoining gardens.
Remember being eight?
We used to rollerskte everywhere,
Even down the slide,
At the park around the corner.
Remember at twelve?
You broke up with your boyfriend,
And cried until you fell asleep,
With your head on my shoulder.
Remember camp last summer?
When you got up at 4am to watch,
The Sun come up and I,
Just laughed-- and went back to bed.
I hope you know that all those memories,
Mean that I'm not judging you now,
Friends support each other,
No matter what.
Remember earlier this year?
When you didn't judge me or hate me,
Or call me names for what I did?
Respect for respect.
My debt is repaid.
Literature
Anorexia
Picture perfect
How thin can you go?
Up for a challenge?
Painful and slow.
Waiting it out
Obsessed with forbidden
Skip one more meal
Keeping secrets hidden
Insomnia increases
Watching seconds tick
Saying you're not hungry
Denying you're sick
Grinding teeth
Vision wavering
Tastes long forgotten
You're still savoring
Standing outside
Feels so cold
Approaching blackness
Then legs fold
Hospital bed
Haven't awoken
Tearing eyes
Lives are broken
Literature
Anorexia
She was living inside me
Sometimes, she spoke for me
She didn't want I eat
So, I didn't eat anymore
I lost, but nobody saw it
When I explained all to my friends
They helped me
Both of them particularly
I will never be able to thank them enough
Thanks to them, I'm fine now
My life is beautiful, even if...
Now she'll always be there, deep inside myself
Literature
Anorexia
Anorexia
Magazines and television
Model pretty girls
Their bodies perfect and so thin
Their hair all up in curls
I want to feel my skin, my bone
Changing into something beautiful
But sometimes I think looking like them
May take a miracle
I'll push around the corn and beans
All around my plate
Maybe I can convince them all
That I really ate.
I can see my bones now
Showing through my skin
Which has grown so very pale
Which has become so thin.
All I'll drink is water
And eat only cotton balls
To make my stomach think I'm full
Perhaps I'll make it after all
People seem to notice
And ask if I've lost weight
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This is about my friend who has been the topic of lots of evil rumours recently. I don't know whether or not they're true, but I won't judge her either way. She doesn't judge me, and everyone judges me! I've known her my whole life (well nearly), I'll e there for her no matter what. That's what friends do.
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Brill! It really emphasises what friends are for.