| I should learn to stop typing, but I know I won't. |
Dying is an Art FormDying is an art. Everyone does it in their own way.Dying is an Art Form
For some it happens quickly and others slowly. The quick way doesn’t work for me.
It’s one of the many things I’ve tried and failed. So I’m slowly killing myself.
I’ve picked the slow death. Slowly chipping away my life, bit by bit.
I don’t know if I care. A bit indifferent, perhaps.
Indifferent about life. Really, I don’t care if I live or die.
Dying just seems easier. In the long run, what difference will it make?
Little GirlLittle girl, little girl,Little Girl
you’re growing up too fast.
Spray-on tans and mini skirts and sex and drugs.
You’re feigning innocence but it isn’t fooling anyone. Keep pretending you aren’t so little.
Maybe you aren’t so little. At this rate, you won’t live much longer anyway.
Just WordsSticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.Just Words
Words are
just words Words shouldn’t hurt you.
Worthless. Fat. Disgusting.
Yeah, right. Just words.
Whore. Idiot. Failure.
Just words. Everything is defined in words.
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As For Me...For me, Beauty is unachievable. Perfection is unattainable. Starvation is unsustainable. Failure is unexplainable.As For Me...
For me, Life is exacting. Happiness is acting. Scale is distracting. Death always attracting.
For me, Day is game. Effort is lame. Weight is shame. I am to blame.
Starving VanityFull to bursting on a diet of nothing She fills herself on pure things, like Water and air Feeling the glorious effects of perfection Jutting out against her skin, reaching for The world beyond Euphoria streams from all that she lacks Dizziness replacing disgust, as she Smiles secretly Aware that as she stares transfixed at the mirror Her own form grows steadily, watching A starving vanityStarving Vanity
I Will Eat TodayShe wakes. Yet to move, her mind instantly picks up from where it left off, filtering slowly into the translucent depths of sleep. She looks down as her fingers search ravenously for the spikes of her hip bones, and feels for the hollow between them. Worried about her metabolism, and sick of the thick acidic taste of her mouth, she decides resolutely “I will eat today”.I Will Eat Today
Suddenly sure that her abdomen is more bloated than the night before, she quickly sits up, sending dizzying waves of hunger piercing through her. After a few moments her vision clears and the hunger pangs fade, her morning dose of reality already passing. Dete
Everybody Hurts...Last year You traded starving yourself for weeks on end For constant trips to the bathroom With the taps running, hands down your throat And cracks in your tooth enamel Plus that extra protective layer of fat.Everybody Hurts...
Last month Doing 140k/h on the drive home With your eyes closed and dodgy brakes You didn’t even notice ‘til you looked down To turn your music up louder and turn
That last fast corner.
Last week You cut yourself Too deep, too messy, too big, too easy And had to wear a bandage to work the next day And gloves in the si
A Moth To The FlameWhen you feel the steel trap of skeletal fingers Reaching for your rib cage You cringe – Knowing they won’t be found beneath the Ever spreading layers of fleshA Moth To The Flame
You have freshly acquired.
Deathly cold glares and an iron will demand repentance And your pitifully weak mind is all too happy To oblige. To descend Back to where you almost weren’t. Ravenousy stalking the pain and pleasure Of a hollow frame.
| I'm here mostly for my own benefit. |
LANIE
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