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Angela Campbell Dec 2013
I’m an artist
My tool of choice
is my razor
my favorite medium
is my blood
my canvas
is my thighs..

My work of art
is full of emotion
My work of art
always pleases me
I’m an artist
and this is my masterpiece.


(
a.f.c*)
Angela Campbell Dec 2013
My razor
knows me
in ways they never tried
Outside I may be smiling
But it knows at night, I cry

My razor*
comforts me
in ways I never feel
the pain feels so good,
It’s the only thing that’s real.

My razor
whispers the words
I never hear
from the people
that never care.


(a.f.c)
Angela Campbell Dec 2013
I slam the door,
and sink to the floor
I start to cry,
I can’t take it anymore.

It hurts so bad,
I feel like ****
It’s been so fake.
Love is for idiots.

But I loved you so much,
You were my favorite song.
And now that you’re gone,
I still can’t move on.

I’ve been so blinded,
My eyes were sealed shut
So when reality hit,
I wasn’t ready for it.

I finally open my eyes,
The lights give me a headache.
God, I only wish,
It hadn’t been so fake.


(a.f.c)
Angela Campbell Dec 2013
I lay down in silence
I wish I were dead.
I wish I could hear
The words you never said

I wish it was easier
I wish you loved me no matter what
But now, because of you
My wrists, just like my soul,
are covered in red cuts.

These cuts,
they comfort me..
This blood, those scars,
remind me
of who you really are.

This pain,
you caused..
I wish it was easier..
But,
I wish I were dead.
They haunt me,
The words you never said.


(a.f.c)
Angela Campbell Nov 2013
It hurts,
but no one cares.
They see it,
but they aren't aware.

(a.f.c.)
Angela Campbell Nov 2013
I bite my nails,
I’m anxious with hunger
I can’t eat,
this will make me stronger.
I constantly starve myself
I eat bites here and there
anything to stop
the hunger pains of despair
I didn’t do enough crunches
I pray to Ana,
give me strength.
I ate too much at lunch
I have to lose weight!
I usually skip dinner
and go to be hungry
I pray to Ana,
make me thinner.
I lost my school dedication
to spending hours on the computer,
looking up thinspiration.
Ana’s Creed, Ana’s laws,
sentences to live by,
all pointing out my flaws.
I read them day by day,
Memorize them like lyrics,
they turn into my favorite song
Don’t do this, don’t eat that,
A moment on the lips,
a lifetime on the hips.
God, I look so fat!
Collar bones and thigh gaps become an obsession,
I know I complain,
But here’s a confession,
I love Ana.
and I know she loves me.
She always reminds me
how thin I should be.
She doesn’t take try,
It’s do or die.
She doesn’t take cant’s,
But she’ll always understand,
how difficult it can be,
to achieve perfection.
Night by night,
She leaves me exhausted,
She’s the voice inside my head,
She takes me in and fills me up,
with the lack of being fed.
She touches my soul,
and puts me at ease
She whispers in my ear,
Loving words, these:
     “Go to sleep,
       My darling,
       May you rest in peace.
       Dream of perfection,
       which you can achieve,
       Simply follow the rules,
       and listen to me,
       It’s effortless, you see:
                        Just
                           Don’t
                              Eat.


(a.f.c)
Angela Campbell Nov 2013
Soft skin
Delicate veins
delicate emotion
delicate pain

One pinch,
and you feel so battered
one poke,
your soul could shatter

You feel so weak,
so worn and tired
all of your stressors
build up like a fire,
it burns everything away,
you find your heart is empty,
and you become numb to the pain

You feel so small
under this heavy weight
Everyone, everything
pulling you down
                 deeper,
                      deeper
                          
All of a sudden,
you open your eyes
you’re skin and bones
and scars on flesh...

But you put on your mask,
and smile like the rest.


(a.f.c)
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