i dont know if ive posted this one yet... let me know? Ana am i pretty yet? Ive lost all those extra kilos, im down to 53, I know im not as skinny, as either of us wish to be. Maybe if i jog more, rather than just walk, could i be pretty then? or is this all just talk. Ill never be skinny enough, my ribs will never show. For when i look at my thighs, they touch and scream with cuts. Maybe if i use a lighter, to fulfill my tiny hunger. To drown the tiny voices, that just linger. Each scar i have tells a story, a story of rage. Each time i step on the scales, its just an empty page. A page that says Pathetic, Fat and Weak, a page that speaks the truth, Of the depression and the meek. As tiny as can be, no more weight to lose, my skin is all so stretched, every touch leaves a bruise. Feather light i become, flying through the sky, as the rope around my neck, releases that electrical vibe. No more breaths to take, no more weight to shake, no more hunger or tears, Off to wonderland, the place ive dreamed for years. ~Demonic Duckling
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 04:09:33 +0000
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