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Then
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Tuesday, Feb. 11, 2003/11:38 pm weak Guilt and shame are painted on my insides. The print runs through my skin and tarnishes everything i hold. I'm so revolting, hideous, it's all my fault, and i can't stop it. I can't do anything, i can't fight bulimia, can't battle the pain. I'm wounded, crippled my this despair, unable to move. It's how i cope. Theres a lump in my throat, and tears are slowly making the way down my face. I'm hastily wiping them away, i don't want my mum to know she's made me cry, again. She kept calling me a 'dirty cow' She breathed down my neck and said "from now on you'll only eat what and when i say you can eat!" Then repeated over and over in my ear "Did you hear that?" Getting loader and loader as I just stared ahead. I didn't mutter a word. I hate it here so much. If i wasn't here they wouldn't have to deal with me, it would make things so much easier for everyone, i just mess things up. I feel so weak at the moment, theres a phsycial feeling of numbness running throughout my body, i can't focus, i don't even know what i'm writing but i'll carry on. I hope this makes some sence. Theres food in my stomach, I can't stand it. I just tried to purge but couldn't, i'm so scared of someone hearing me. I can't keep this in, i just can't, i don't know what to do. I'm shaky and can't stop scratching at my skin in a desperate attempt to wake droplets of blood. I'm not thinking straight. I need to bleed so hard i blackout, i don't want to face this anymore, i want out I want to crawl into my black shelter and finally close the door behind me. So sick of myself. |
* I could almost cry like tears of blood * and slowly it evaporates * without a scar without a trace * Sometimes too blue the moment passes * overhead so undetected * without default with no perfection * I could close my eyes & sleep forever * locked inside a secret silence * whisper deep into my head * Rewind erase and nothing remains * the way that nothing ever does |