ED

When you're in your darkest hour,

I'll be there to knock you farther.

I'll make you believe I care.

It'll get so bad, you'll always need me there.

You'll say you hate me and try to leave,

But you'll come back as quick as you breathe.

You don't know it, but I've trapped you.

You want to tell someone but you don't know who.

I've made you think that no one wants you around.

You turn to me, unaware that I'm only going to knock you down.

Your friends try to help but I scare them away.

They see what you don't so you don't understand the hurtful words they say.

All this pain brings you closer to me.

You're too far in, now you'll never see.

You'll never go back to the girl you were before.

Because I've locker her away and took the key to the door.

I've made you believe that you were'nt pretty before you met me.

You thought you'd be strong enough to resist, you underestimated the power of an ED.

Author's Note

Sad, but oh so very true. I think this is my longest poem.

Reviews

[Odysseus Wanders]

ugh... kicks me in the gut, the heart, and in the soft spots of my love. you go to a place where many find it hard to even acknowledge... such great courage in you. very beautiful. very touching. I know its a sad piece... and doesnt feel 'good'... but the power of anyone who writes such 'deep' craft, will destroy, in the end, any such Ed's that exist in the world... thank you.

[Emunah June.]

Truly putting EDs into a brutal light. People that suffer from them, such as myself, thank you for your brutal and somewhat shaming honesty. Easy to connect to, hard to digest (no pun intended...) We need more poetry out there like this, helping to raise awareness of the torture that is going on in our minds that we surely are unable to fight off on our own. Help is necessary, but not known its needed. Thank you. A strong, powerful write that, although somewhat emotionally triggering, may help others spring forward to try and change the circumstances around them. Seeing things like this on paper can really make one think. Beautiful rhetoric, well executed. Thank you.

[Johanna]

This poem was just amazing, so strong and written truly, and just right.. great job on this!

[Bethany]

Oh wow. This is real, touching, brutally honest.
A stunning piece Miranda :)

[Mir]

Thank you so much! :)

[Sami Khalil]

"All this pain brings you closer to me.

You're too far in, now you'll never see.

You'll never go back to the girl you were before.

Because I've locker her away and took the key to the door. "
Wow. That is some goos poetry...:)

[Mir]

Thanks so much! :D

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)

[Tricia O'Brien]

Unreal Miranda.
You're extremely skilled and well versed.
Never stop
You kick a*s

Love & Respect

Trish-

[Mir]

Thanks so much!!! :D That means so much to me. I always feel really average with my writing...ha...

[Tricia O'Brien]

You are far from average.
Keep doing your thing

[Mir]

Not to sound conceited, but I'm actually really proud of this poem. I went back and read it for the first time since I posted it, and it was like reading with a fresh pair of eyes. I felt like someone else wrote it.
i think we all deserve our conceited and self-appreciated moments. This is mine. :)

[Jordan's Back]

Your friends try to help but I scare them away.
They see what you don't so you don't understand the hurtful words they say.

This is just a wonderful piece, to render me speechless is rare... this is one of those times. Im in tears

[Mir]

I'm sorry this made you cry, but I'm extremely happy it touched you enough to do so! Thank you for your review! :)

[Jordan's Back]

Never apologies for the drops from a poets soul!

[Damien Davison]

"You don't know it, but I've trapped you.
You want to tell someone but you don't know who."

So many men do this, it's a very selfish act one should feel great guilt and remorse for. Why grab hold of a women's mind just to torture her and make her unhappy in the long run. Well a fake sense of happy, a forced sense of happy. Trapped. Thanks for sharing this!

[Mir]

Thank you for reviewing! :)

[Damien Davison]

Oh wait.... So ED is eating disorder. I feel like an idiot HAHA!

[Michael Thrower]

Or Erectile Dysfunction.

[Damien Davison]

Economic Development... Emotional Distress... I dunno. Haha.

[Mir]

Haha, I just figured you saw those two lines in another way!

[Damien Davison]

Haha, unfortunately I saw the poem in another way... But it was good either way! I should've known it was Eating Disorder haha. Anyways, great write!

[Mir]

Haha, it was a good different way! And thank you:)

[devon]

I cried a bit. While I've never battled an eating disorder, my close friends have. It's painful to know that people go through this. It almost sounds like the poem could be about depression, with the fact that it always returns to you.

But what a big, fat, horrible lie eating disorders are...

Great write, though!

[Mir]

Thank you! And I'm glad this poem made you feel something. That's always my goal when writing. And unfortuantley I have dealt with them, as you know. And I'm sorry your friends had to go through this as well. :/ I hope they're are 'better' now.

[devon]

I know you have, and I'm so sorry, Randa.

[Mir]

It's okay. It'll go away eventually. Hopefully. But I'm still smiling so it's okay! :)

[devon]

I'm glad you're still smiling. :)

[Mir]

:) Me too.