ScarlettMay
I wouldn't say I'm screwed up... True, I hate myself... True, I get sad easily... True, I feel guilty all the time... True, I can't eat without struggling... True, I'm comforted by death... But that doesn't make me any less of a person. / / We're all more alike than you think. After all, we're all human.
My side slumped against the bathroom door
My mind could only race more and more
My hands gripped the door **** tight
My heart knew this couldn't be right
My ears were filled with a lack of sound
My eyes dropped cold tears to the ground
My arm finally opened the door
My body hit the hardwood floor
My puddle of tears was all that surrounded me
My lungs were burning and I could no longer breathe
My love was slowly slipping away
My words could not be used to sway
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
It hurts so much to eat
Then it hurts so much to stop
One or the other
Which will it be?
As of now I'm 150 pounds
This is considered "overweight"
I want to be skinny so bad
But only so others can see
In hopes that they'll help me...
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
Life is such a scary thing
Oh, to simply think...
I was happy once
A braced smile
And clumped mascara
With positivity and self confidence
I was happy then
I loved myself
And I was determined in all I did
Refusing to let anyone down
I was happy then
A fake smile
With no makeup and no self-esteem
Seeing no point in trying to hide my ugly face
I wish I was happy again
I hate myself
And I can't do anything right
All I do is let people down
I wish I was happy again
Death is not such a scary thing
But then I met him...
I think I might be happy now
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
Slowly sinking in such sullen silence
As if allowing all abandonment alike
Very visible verification
Eludes to the epitome of emotion
Maybe making myself mean much more
Eventually eliminates my existence
For fake friends fail to fathom fear of fearfulness
Realizing reality remains
Only to omit the opinions of others
Meticulously matching myself
Tortuous tasks tend to take time to teach to me
However, help hurts the healing heart
Isn't it ironic that insanity is inevitable
Some soon succumb to the substances
Severed skin stings as if saying "slice me some more"
Alone in apparent agony
Daring damsels to determine their date of death
Nevertheless, we need to feel numb
Enough to enjoy every endless evasion
Since only screams seem to silence the sinners' souls
Someone must soon save those suffering
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC