We're almost there

We’re almost there, honey
Just one more pound,
One more fast,
One more day
And then we’re done
I swear, I’m sorry I left you
But you have no idea what this living hell has made me
You wouldn’t love me anymore
But I promise,
We’re almost there
And then I can be with you
I can finally have a true smile,
Something I haven't had for months now1

do you think this will leave me alone one day?
Do you think I could ever stop being haunted?
Do you think I will ever be free from this?
If only I could take a break from this…
A break to truly be happy2

Oh sweetie, just hang on
Cuz we’re almost there
Once this is over
We can smile,
Laugh,
Talk,
I can even eat
Whatever you want
I definitely owe you that much
You can love me
And I’ll love you back, and we’ll never be parted again
Oh darling, we’re almost there3

We’re so close to the end of this journey
I know it
I can almost feel the happiness I’ll get once I’m thin enough
I promise,
We’ll be each others
Hang on…
Cuz oh baby,
We’re almost there

Author notes

Sorry, it was in the morning
I was tired,
this was all I could think of
it's not that good
oh well
read my other poems if u want

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  • dark-fantasies
    June 27
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    It was a little confusing, but I think the confusion echoes that of people suffering from eating disorders. I don't know if that was intentional, but if it was then well done! I like the simple easy language and how it sounds like the words are from her speech and not her thoughts (if it's a girl, that is. If it's a guy then I'm sorry for not picking it up!)
    Good job, C.

  • frostany
    June 22

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    This poem is great. In simple language it spells out all the lies and deceptions that anorexia feeds it's victims. As someone who has struggled with anorexia for nine years I know many of the feelings this piece deals with. The biggest point of this piece seems to be the way anorexia tricks it;s victims into believing that there's a magic number and that once you hit that number you can stop starving yourself. The truth is once you hit your goal weight all you want to do is starve yourself down to an even lower weight. There is no end point besides starving yourself to death the only other way to find an end point is to escape anorexia's vice like grip which is not an easy thing to do.

    If you suffer from anorexia I hope that you may someday find the strength to break free. I know I need to as well. We are both caught in the web of a deadly disease.

  • rosefornow
    January 9
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    made me happy

    I like it very much.
    very wonderful, i'm pleased

  • funkychica
    January 9
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    A very thought provoking muse for a poem. Well done. Thank you for sharing!!!!