That Numb Feeling...?

That Numb Feeling...?

A Poem by Sammie Camp
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This one was a little while ago.

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I'm not anorexic,
I just don't want to eat.
These past few days have been quite hectic,
as I try to scarf down this cold red meat.


And as I look at,
the figure in the mirror,
I can see all the mere bones and outlined cracks.
As I think of what she said to her friends, "I don't want to feel her."


My face is sunken,
and my limbs are bony.
Sometimes I feel like I am very quite drunken.
And my muscles I just only thought I was toning.


My mother worries,
and school thinks it's a fad.
Stepfather never thinks to stop his hurries.
I wonder if I were to died right now, who would be sad.


My stomach talks,
as my sides cramp up.
The lunch room is where I would like to stalk,
but I'm not hungry.... I'm just f*****g myself up.

© 2013 Sammie Camp


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I love this and can relate.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Sammie Camp

11 Years Ago

Thanks. :)

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Sammie Camp
Sammie Camp

Upland, CA



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