Friday, 15 June 2007
04:53:17 PM (GMT)
A poem on bulimia ^_^ Yesh, bulimia, don't give me that look or I'll break your face
Empty chair in class, you mark it down, shaking your head.
Lines blur and worlds crash.
Can we die?
She points to her heart, tracing the jagged edge of half of it.
And it blurrs with her tears. Lips stitched together like a rag doll.
A little rag doll, soft body, stringy hair, dull eyes, no words.
Her mouth used to outstretch in a smile, but now it's stitched in line.
Cloth skin used to glow, but now it has a grey tint to it.
Big brown eyes used to be wide and interested, but now they're glazed over and dull.
If she had been put in a different life with a different family and different
If she were another girl,
It wouldn't hurt us as much.
Angry pang in her chest and fingers tremble violently
Clumsily choking her, and she pulls her fingers out and leans over.
Burning bile crashes down out of her system
Hands flush it down and legs straighten to lead to the shower.
Cold water breaks down on the hedge, washing away her guilt.
Washing it all away.
Skin bristles and goosebumps appear.
But it's for the best.
Once she is soaked to the bone, reality swarms her mind, and hits the faucet off.
Mouth is dry. Need water, but no.
The only things she'll ever put in her mouth are her fingers.
Guilt swells up like a wound, eyes burn, and heart beat is barely there.
And the world spins under her feet. Darkness.
Erm. Yeah, it's kind of shitty >_< I was tired typing this up, 'kay? Tell me what ya