The pain is rising up again,
I feel it build and build - and then
My feet they march auto-matically,
To the room that's become my sanc-tuary
On knees so bruised and scratched, I kneel
The pain in my heart makes it hard not to keel
But with a sigh and a heave - my hurt flows out
And everything is calm again, without a doubt.
The world slips away, with my pain, as I lie
On the cold tiled floor and wonder if I'll die
I feel empty, and small, like the shy, timid mouse
Who is trapped in the walls - of her hard, defensive house.
green-eyed girl, grass-green eyed girl with pretty hands, silky skin, adorably plump little fingers. freckles on your nose and secrets on the threshold of your lips.
you don't like speaking to say nothing, so you don't speak all that much. it's like when you're around other people, something is keeping those shapely lips of yours tight shut. maybe a length of string, or maybe just the invisible weight of all those
secrets.
a boy flirted with you once, last year. he had ice-blue eyes and mountain-strong shoulders.
"oh come on, won't you kiss me, just this once?" he begged after fruitless weeks of going after you.
you looked him, for the
Matt ran up the stairs, and rushed into the bathroom. Leaning over the toilet he shoved two bony fingers down his throat. Moments later, Matt was puking up his dinner. Looking in the porcelain bowl in front of him, he counted the lasagna and breadsticks. The wax beans weren't there! Terrified, he clawed at his stomach, willing it to pour its left-over contents onto the linoleum floor.
He pushed his fingers back deep into his throat, only receiving a few gags. When the food refused to come out, Matt curled up against the wall and cried, rocking himself back and fort
read this in reverse. by towards-eternity, literature
Literature
read this in reverse.
a. i can hardly see her skin through the bones.
the girl i love is ensnared, hopelessly trapped inside her ribcage, her shoulder blades, her femurs.
her bones are white as the milky way. she is paper-crane delicate, and she is killing herself just to live.
we will cry at her funeral.
i. today, she looks over at us and smiles sadly.
"that must take a lot of effort," you whisper to me.
"what, smiling?" i ask. she has turned away, and i stare at the ginger highlights in her silky mahogany hair.
"no," you say quietly, "or, well, yes, in a way. i meant being kind in general, when she's starving."
we look directly into each others' despera
Why do I do this?
Why did I give into non-bliss?
Ana is my best friend
But she constantly chooses to condesend.
"You're so fat"
"You are as ugly as a sewer rat"
"Eat less you whore"
"Oh don't act like such a chore"
I do what she says
So I can be his
He will love me if my best friend is Ana
He won't even notice my lack of plasma
Oh I feel so sick
But I'm still as heavy as a brick
Dear Ana, Please leave me alone
I need to leave your combat zone
I don't need you as my stepping stone
I slowly put food in my mouth
I'm scared this will go south
I swallow the food
Surpirsingly... Ana doesn't brood.