Poems from shelby.blue98
Hannah doesn’t believe she’s bulimic and maybe she’s right
This bitch is all...
Our expectations create our reality
Our world is made of thoughts
Our identities don’t create our labels
Our labels create us
Tell me...
Unnatural selection
We are deemed unfit
Unsuited for the environment
That’s it
She screams
I quit
We didn’t let her
Of course we couldn’t...
Your body is my safe haven.
I'm craving the sweetness of your skin on my lips craving
the taste of love and living.
I talk about you too...
Mental illness is defined by the excessive,
by the oppressive, by a regressive state of regret and self hate.
my disorder is not an...