Sunday, 25 January 2015

Poetry is My Guilty Pleasure

As very few of you know, I decided to try art therapy for a while. But the thing I've come to realize is that visual art isn't what helps me. Poetry is. I love it. And it's so great for expressing things. So here is my latest one. Please don't judge. 

Tears flowing
Numbers flashing
World spinning
Ankles collapsing 
Everything is black
Machines beeping
Doctors running
Someone help the girl who can't eat
The girl who won't eat
She must want to be pretty
Her family must be loaded
Maybe she's just stressed 
Or maybe she just hates herself
Hates herself so much that nothing else matters
I'm not a girl who starved to be pretty
I starved because I knew I could never be
Never be what society expects
Never be the perfect girl my parents wished for
So now I'll be nothing at all
And nobody will have to worry
Doctors running 
World slowing
Eyes closing
I'm going to sleep
And when I wake up the numbers will still be flashing 

Don't be afraid to try different ways of expression

Stay Strong
xo Aria

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