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I wake up in the morning.
I get out of bed.
And I check how much I need to suck in to see my ribs.
I get dressed.
I go downstairs to eat breakfast.
And I make sure I eat the minimal amount that will sustain me.
I go to the busstop.
I go through my morning classes.
And I read quietly at the table, consuming no food at all.
I go through afternoon classes.
I get on the bus.
And I go straight to work and make sure my mom doesn't notice I take no snack.
I do my homework.
I hide in my room.
And if I eat more than a few bites for supper, it's a trip to the swirling toilet to puke up the meal.
Every day.
This is me.
Every night.
This is me.
This is not an illness.
This is not a disease.
This is not an ailment.
This is a way of life.
I get out of bed.
And I check how much I need to suck in to see my ribs.
I get dressed.
I go downstairs to eat breakfast.
And I make sure I eat the minimal amount that will sustain me.
I go to the busstop.
I go through my morning classes.
And I read quietly at the table, consuming no food at all.
I go through afternoon classes.
I get on the bus.
And I go straight to work and make sure my mom doesn't notice I take no snack.
I do my homework.
I hide in my room.
And if I eat more than a few bites for supper, it's a trip to the swirling toilet to puke up the meal.
Every day.
This is me.
Every night.
This is me.
This is not an illness.
This is not a disease.
This is not an ailment.
This is a way of life.
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addicts
Or maybe it's true
and we're all insane.
Cutters addicted to lust
lovers addicted to pain.
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Today
"Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem." I keep saying this over and over in my head...trying to make myself believe the phrase I have been preaching to others . Some days it's easier to believe...but today, a day when nothing is going right, a day when I've felt at my breaking point more times than I can count, days like this happen too often...how much can one person take of this?
Today my thoughts of suicide are high...I don't want to die, but I can't help but wonder what's better... death or my life right now?
"Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem." As I'm writing this and starting to calm down...my se
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Do you ever wonder..?
Do you ever wonder
why you had to be you?
Why they get to be them
but you're stuck with yourself?
Why they are perfect
Beautiful
Happy
While you're left behind
to be ugly
and alone?
Why they have people who love them,
Friends,
and big sisters,
and boyfriends,
While you're left in the dark?
Why they never seem to be bothered
By the voice who comes
In the middle of the night,
Who tells you just how
Worthless
you are,that you are awful,
And that if you ever think you are anything more than nothing,
You are conceited,
and that makes you even worse?
Why they can feel good about things,
While you sit there numb?
Why for yo
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NOTE: THIS IS NOT REAL I AM NOT LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what I was going to be. What I could have been. What for a few days I was. But I'm not now. I just wanted to write. And I don't want to write about being lonely right now...
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I luv the reality in this poem and how it really is what girls do... I knew a girl in my class that was this poem to the point she didn't eat almost at all... now she eats a little more but is still sometimes made fun of it's kinda sad... Anyway luv the poem!!!