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i don't like eating
i hate the way my tears dirty my face
and they feel horrid on the tip of my lips
but at least it was anger
not a cause of my depressive state.
i was locked in my heart's cage,
screaming for death, his hands around
my neck and i'm screaming
"kill me" -
why the fuck am i still here?
i like the idea of dying and
smiling at the pain, laughing because
the pain is the only thing that
remains real.
His slap tasted good and felt like
fireworks.
I save sundays to starve myself and I want to
twist, i want to coil up and split
open my intestines and
die.
and they feel horrid on the tip of my lips
but at least it was anger
not a cause of my depressive state.
i was locked in my heart's cage,
screaming for death, his hands around
my neck and i'm screaming
"kill me" -
why the fuck am i still here?
i like the idea of dying and
smiling at the pain, laughing because
the pain is the only thing that
remains real.
His slap tasted good and felt like
fireworks.
I save sundays to starve myself and I want to
twist, i want to coil up and split
open my intestines and
die.
Published 16th Jan 2010
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27th Jul 2011 6:16am
This is raw, gritty, uncensored. My sister suffered and conquered an eating disorder two years ago, and this part reminded me of her when she'd sit in front of the mirror and scream at it:
"..i want to coil up and split
open my intestines and
die."
"..i want to coil up and split
open my intestines and
die."
