im better
not fixed
not perfect
but better
the medications cleared my head like wind off the sea
i cant remember the last time i had a clear thought
70ml prozac along with a mix of anti psychosis to sleep with
i wake up more often not hating my life
im not suicidal
i still want pain
but i want to live
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
i still dont know
why i pushed people away
and im sorry
its no explaination
but ****
i miss you
i miss talking
im on medication now
eating disorder in tow
self harm addiction
2 weeks clean
yet finally
im proud
im still alive
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
when your skin stings in the shower, and get close to a bit of metal you name cat
when you become close friends with the toilet, and name her mia
when you know the depths of the darkness, and recignise deb
when you feel the emptiness known as ana
and when you know the temptation of sue
im sorry
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
did you find me beautiful
after you broke me?
like shattered glass
did i glint in the light?
like rippled water
did i distort your image?
or was it the
process of breaking me
that made beautiful?
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
i wish to find out
all the valentines days
in every country
and tell you
with extra meaning
how much you mean
to me
on a different scale
of some small romance
i want all valentines days
to be for you
past and future
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
i always wonder
why me?
why was i born
lacking in the whole
loving myself area
why me?
why did i get hurt
time after time
why am i the weakest link
why me?
why do i need medications
and supplements
to get through each day
why me?
why do i love you
why do i feel the need to live for you
when no one else made me feel this
desperate for hope, and life
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
I starved myself
for 45 hours
am I skinny yet?
I covered myself
with cuts so
people would look
deeper than
my skin and
see the real me
am I pretty yet?
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
i know i have
to save myself
but will anyone ever
be willing to be
the band aid
that holds
the slashed up
skin on my
wrists
together?
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
more tears cried
less hours slept
more blood spilt
less food intake
more dark shadows
less bright eyes
is this all i am anymore?
a pathetic state of
depression?
i don't know what
was worse, a
broken heart i was able
to blame on my love.
or a broken soul
that was deformed
to begin with.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
I want to know
if touching my skin
ever gave you
tingles down your spine
because simply hearing
you speak, made me shivers
down mine
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC