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Nov 2014 · 522
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Julie Clark Nov 2014
I think my head's exploding,
but I've hurt like this since the womb.
The oxygen is waning,
here in this shrinking room.

Food haunts her like a monster
Seeking to devour her fragile facade
I don't understand anorexia.
Just eat something! Oh my god.

I won't deprive myself of nutrients,
but I'll strip my lungs of air.
I'm terrified of taking deep breaths.
What if she can't share?

She has scars all over her pale wrists
But I doubt she's ever felt pain.
She doesn't know how blessed she is
Or maybe she's just insane.

Her family took me in a year ago
But this distance still divides us
I want to love her like my sister
And just put all of this behind us.

I'll hold my breath till I turn purple
If it means she'll be okay
I can tell she's dreaming of leaving
How do I make her wanna stay?

Do I tell her about her beauty,
From the angles she'll never see?
Or do I tell her she can't go
Because of how bad it would hurt me?

Ah, so perfectly imperfect.
The way she paints the blue skies gray
I want to help her with these rain clouds
But I'm not sure what to say

She has such good intentions,
But this world has taken its toll
It's not fair for her to feel like this,
Bruises veiling her artistic soul

She is such a beautiful creature.
But her mind is tainted and battered
It's been poisoned with morbid books
And her self image has been shattered

I just wanna make her better
With the little bit of me that remains
Tie her flat-lining heart strings up in bows
And pump euphoria thru her hollow veins

If you can't make it on your own
Please just let me be your drug
I know I won't be able to fix you
But my withering body gives good hugs

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