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I've suffered from eating disorders since I was a young teenager and now, at 19, I find myself back at the beginning of my anorexia and bulimia.
Switch off light. Wait. Switch on light. Switch off light. Switch on light. Switch off light Three. Switch on light. Switch off light Four. Switch on light. Switch off light. Switch on light.
There’s someone missing from the room, There’s someone missing from this place, Where’s the girl with all the broken dreams. The girl without a name or face.
They want perfection. They don't want me. I am not what they want. I am not perfect. The world wants perfect. I am unaccepted. I am unlikable. I am unprotected from their attacks. Their name calling.
I was walking through town, Not a cloud in the sky. Hotter than an oven, Hotter than that guy. "That guy" named example A, gave me a glare. Not a wave, oh no, just a simple stare.
Sometimes in the rush of our lives, we forget to actually take a moment. A moment of just thinking about nothing. It's peaceful for the mind, puts it at rest.
Why is life so hard. I try so hard to make sure things are good, and no matter what I do things never end well.
Some say silence is golden, But to me, silence is killer. I'm not sure why, But I can't stand silence. I can't sit it either. Silence and I are mortal enemies.
I haven't made an Opuss in a while. But what have I got to say. Nothing really. Life is a drag. Too much drama for me. At least I get a day off for myself.
Life Happens [Poem] Life Happens… nothing and nobody is perfect. There'll be ups and downs… Loves and Lost. Crying can make it better or worse.
A Kind Of Devotion [Short Story] Arena Cathrow is 18. She lives in New York. Her family kicked her out when she was 17. When she got kicked out, she went to go live with her best friend Alec Hate.
There have been times when I wish I wasn't alive. Times when the pain was too much for me to do anything but curl up and cry. The pain never goes, it becomes a part of you eventually.
Here I am. Sitting in a dark room. With my covers being the only warmth. My head pounding at the reality around me. Listening to my parents fight. Recovering from me and my mothers fight.
Isn't this what love is about. Today this man my dad knows ,his wife died today she was in her 70s but when she was in her 20s she got a mental disorder.
Remember when you ran away And I got on my knees And begged you not to leave Because I'd go berserk. Well. . .
National Self-Injury Awareness Day.
Once we become aware of the distortions in our thinking we will be able to change negative thoughts to positive ones!. This is the first installment of Free Therapy this week.
I remember those days, when we sat on your porch in the warm sunlight, sipping your mom's sweet tea and talking about how much we loved to draw.
Nobody talks about it because pain sucks. It hurts. It carries all those emotions nobody wants to show because it's weakness.
Wasting the time away Blowing off yet another day I have so much to say But it's caught in a spot In the middle of my stomach All balled-up in a knot How I want to get rid of it but I can't...
I thought you were here. I thought you would stay, Not run away, Like all of your friends. They said we were perfect. But they don't understand. We're stuck in the sand That you buried us in.
As my walls start to crumple and crash around around me I stand in-wait for the light to start shinning threw the weak remains of shelter Absolute darkness engulfs me instead I walk out in the pure...
I've lost all I've loved. You think you have nothing, when you just want pain. There's this sick twisted want that when you look into my eyes, you somehow see the dying me on the inside.
Please I want you to hate me. I don't want your sympathy I want your hate. I want my life to be absolutely terrible so I can justify my pain and sadness.