I look down,
I'm scared.
Don't make me,
don't be mad.
They plead,
can't do it.
Tears falling,
upon my plate.
Eyes staring,
please stop.
I'm trying,
I can't.
Not hungry,
it hurts.
The dinner,
the desert.
I look up,
so sad.
The tears,
they are crying.
I stare,
they care.
My plate,
its still there.
The scale,
I'm too fat.
My soul,
still hurts.
Can't do it,
can't try.
My eyes,
they still cry.
Don't hate me,
what can I do.
I want to be perfect,
just like you.
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Comments
Is not easy to live in a death body, sometimes you can't even cry because you have no tears. It's so sad.
Unfortunatelly we live in a superficial society where your body and your look are really important, sometimes more than your intelligence, is disgusting. Anorexia and bulemia are the consequences of this mad world and not the cause.
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I'm just a glow-worm catching by the ruthless morning that blurs my light.
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*I'm crazy.. no doubt about it. Just happy to be me*
im fat too
or at least i feel fat
and i dont even eat alot
it sux
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hey im psycho but at least i admit it
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listen to the little voices in your head
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*I'm crazy.. no doubt about it. Just happy to be me*
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*When she smiles, is it real or the smile an assasin makes before he sends you to hell? She's an east-end girl.*
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Love Is The Slowest Form Of Suicide.
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