Party girl,
In her party world.
But what happens to the party girl,
When the music stops,
The people leave,
And the drugs wear off?
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
She was gorgeous, all the guys told her so
They told her as they tugged on her jeans
As they pulled on her top
As they tried to get her to **** them
What good is the word of someone who wants something from you?
It is nothing, words like that carry no weight
They are only said because they expect an exchange
Their words for what's in between her thighs
Words for a body
That's all she is
Words for a body
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC
Knees red
Knuckles calloused
Looking into the toilet bowl
I can't stop
Its saving me
Purge myself of the day
Burning holes in my esophagus
Blood in the bowl
I can't stop
Its killing me
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
I'm dying on the inside
My mind is rotting like an over ripe mango
The juice pours out of it
My mind is killing itself
Almost like a cancer
The depression eats away at it
I'm helpless to stop it
I have no control
No control over anything
People tell me they love me
It doesn't make me feel any better
How am I supposed to feel better when my mind is dying?
How can I be happy when my own brain is telling me to die
All I can think about anymore is killing myself
It is my breath in the morning
The sorrow of the day
The last thing I see before sleep takes me
Is the glorious vision of blood evacuating my body
I'm floating in a sea of red
My fingertips blue
The life extinguished from my eyes
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
I know I will never see you again
And that's what hurts the most
It hurts more than when I had to leave you
It stings my heart
I would give anything to see you one last time
I think I will love you forever
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
I wish I could see you one last time
Not even touch you or talk to you
Just to see you from afar would be enough
Just to see your smile, to hear your laugh
Even if it was because of someone else
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
Everything is heavy
Laughing
Talking
Working
Eating
Breathing
Living
Everything is heavy
Everything has an unmanageable force
Crushing me
Destroying me
Soon I'll be nothing
Nothing more than dust
Everything is heavy
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder how I got this way.
Why did I lose all of my morals?
What made me stop feeling?
Why did I stop caring about myself?
I don't know.
I don't know anything anymore.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
I used to think "wow how could anyone be anorexic"
Now I see why
It's such an accomplishment
"I didn't eat for a whole day, I'm proud of myself"
It makes you feel better about yourself
Worthy of being
The highs are so high
But the lows are so low
"I can't believe you ate that macaroni, you're such a fat *****
When you do eat something
You look in the mirror
Every piece of fat jumps out at you
Screaming at you
Telling you that you're worthless
You feel so awful you cut
You feel like killing yourself
But it's worth it
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC