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"Stop!" I hear someone say behind me as I'm about to drag the sharp blade across my skin again. I look up into the mirror and see Tate's reflection staring back at me.
To start off with, I have to say, I'm not quite sure if what I had was actually anorexia. Its hard to say. I was not taken to a specialist or a doctor about it.
Shimmer shimmer bleeding black star,. I wish I'd know where you are,. I need a wish to help me out,. In my dark world full of doubt,. Shimmer shimmer bleeding black star,.
The pain was comfortably numbing, for he was a disciple of pain, but also a prophet of pleasure, he considered them one and the same. Some people thought he was crazy, some people had labelled him...
Drip, drop, Drip, drop. The rain on my roof will not stop. Each tiny drop of rain, Makes me wince with horrid pain. The memory of you, Hurts my heart.
She looks in the mirror with a blank expression, She hates herself; it's a true confession. When she smiles, it's very rare, Because she's conscious and feels so bare.
I stroked the first scar goodbye and made my finger move its way to the second one.
My whole being is empty, Nothing within me exists, I miss the life I once had, The life where everything fit.
"I want to do this. PLEASE let me do it!" Sobbing Monica mumbled into her boyfriends chest. "I know, baby. It's hard. But I don't want you to give in. You're stronger than this.
God, I hate myself. I look in the mirror, and stare at myself in disgust. I look at the mascara under my eyes and down my cheeks. I look at my body and think how it will never be good enough.
Chapter 2. I sniffled, and then held up my blades to the light. Stolen from my dads razor, they were so sharp I could probably slice through plastic with them.
I never thought of myself as evil or malice. I never got in the way and tried to be polite. Yet why did everyone pick on me.
You can Set Me on Fire, but I'll never burn You can Cut Me, but I'll never bleed You can Abuse Me, but I'll never cry You can Try all you want You can Strive till your last breath, I don't mind Your...
I traced those bumpy lines across my arm in a zigzag motion, repetitively. One, two, three, four, five. I counted them along with the rate of my heartbeat.
It seems like I am never going to be okay. I have finally come to the terms that it is from the path I have gone astray.
What are you doing?. Put it down. Hey!. Listen to me. I walk up to them and stumble into a pane of glass. I bang at it ferociously, trying to get their attention. Fuck. They still can't hear me.
8th grade. Supposed to be the most memorable year of my life so far. And it is. But not for good reasons. It all started when my parents legalized their divorce.
Is this the part where I try to tell a funny joke to break the ice. I proceed by telling you all about my childhood and how much I hated life. Or should I tell you about all the times I felt alone.
I burned all the letters I wrote to you. They were filled with the words I always wanted to say but could never muster up enough strength to do it. You were far away.
Annie sat on her bed, gazing at the models in her favourite magazines. They were all stick thin with bones everywhere, they were so thin in fact it was unhealthy. But for Annie, this was beautiful.
She steps out of the shower but leaves the fog on the mirror To hide her eyes from her, self proclaimed, horrible figure She's naked, she cringes, she wants to be thinner The magazines that she...
Feel the rushing seductive lightness of invisibility.
I wanna make a poem a little like this one day :) Why am I befriended. Why am I loved. Why am I so sickend by the bright stars above.
I thought I understood. I thought I really would. But you don't want to hear, What only truth lies could.