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The drops
as black as her soul.
Blurred vision
by the salty streaks
rolling madly down
a face left scorned.
Swells of air
pulled inside lungs
that might as well be crushed.
Numbness spreads
like a disease from the knees
then to shaky legs.
After body separates from soul,
these lips will be last to go.
She'll never know
how her darkened soul
brightened my dreary day.
Old poem with some revisions. Written after my friend had gone through a rough funk.
Day* faded to *night
while I wasn't watching.

You were always too good for me
and **** it, I'm not good enough.

I wanted to see the sunset, but
when I remembered, the sun was a memory.

You called me a a sunset kind of girl
and I didn't have a clue what that meant
but I liked the way it sounded on your lips.

Stop that,  this has to be unrequited,
it's better for you, for me, too.
I'm not good enough for you.

*Just leave it to be worthless.
Nothing ever works out the way we plan.
You were the day, so crisp and bright.
I don't want to do it
You can't make me

I can and I will
I am your dark side

Quit messing with me
I am a good person

No, you are not
I control you, everything you do

I will turn you off
I will not listen to you

You can't do it
You are too afraid

No, get out of my head
You will not destroy me

Pick up that blade
and turn off the lights, I will make you sleep

This is only a dream
Stop it, Stop it, Stop it

I am still here
You will sleep when I say

Nooooo!!! I will not
I am wide awake
Voices in my head that no one care hear!!
Hide the evidence,
that's the first thing you learn to do.
Clean up the blood, wipe away the tears,
no one can know, no one must see,
pull down the sleeves and hide the blades.

You develop a fear of people knowing,
you begin to flinch when it looks like they'll lift your sleeves.
When it's hot you let out a groan of irritation,
what was it like not having to always wear long sleeves?
It's been so long that you can't remember

Will things get better?
You can't tell - all you know is the pain, the relief.
You lock yourself away in your room
and cry yourself to sleep;
but you're not alone
Rumblings.
Bloodshed
a waste of ink
the positive darkness
the ink lines on my skin
covered with a dark red

draw positive thing on yourself
when you feel the need to hurt yourself
i tried
but now I have both
blood and ink
running down my arms
currently i am not

     sad

        depressed

               lonely
  
alone

     self-loathing

             insecure
  
heartbroken

     nor breaking hearts


and that makes me feel quite
    
out of
             
               place
because i am surrounded by
  scars

     and tear-streaked (beautiful) faces

  bruised knees drawn up to chests

     dark empty rooms
  broken mirrors

     and trashcans filled

  with crumpled lists of mistakes
and if i could, 
i would take all the

  scars

    tears

     and lonely nights

from the hearts that are broken
                  
                      or breaking
and i wish i could
 cloak The Light i’ve found

    (or did It find me?)

      around cold shoulders

 and wash all the tired feet

   that’ve been blindly stumbling

      in the dark
 Sep 2014 Beautifuly Broken
Liv
Counting calories, telling lies
She'll keep this up until she dies.
Empty eyes, empty stomach, empty heart, empty mind;
What I've become is enough to drive myself mad
Empty, empty, empty. I'm nothing but sad.
So here it is girls, the rumors were true
I try so hard to be as skinny as you.
A monster, A *******, empty, empty girl;
I'm killing myself with my poor mental health.
Starving for beauty, beauty is pain
My head hurts so bad, I'm going insane.
Clutching my ribs, my thighs caving in
They were right--
Anorexia wins.
Your skin, is as thin as light
Your eyes, they're dim, as dark as night
You told me you would wake up today
I hoped and I prayed, where were you in May
June came by, my birthday arrived
You wrapped your bony fingers around my neck
Your frail veins poked at my weary skin
Let go of me! Sin after sin!

I suffered your wrath of rough brutality
Days went by, pain I wish I didn't see
No one understands me
No one can feel my pain
My anorexic mother
Took my internal existence of happiness away
I want to end my broken life
A broken home, a shattered knife

You cried for me to call the police
I ran for the phone, but it didn't cease me
I ran out the door, searching for safety
I got lost in myself, laid in my misery
Now I'm dwelling on the repeating past
Are you eating right? Are you done with your fast?
You will never be normal, I said it three times
Can I meet you in Heaven? Who is my mother behind this skinny disguise?
One of my favorites
are we dying to be skinny,
or are we dying,
to be skinny.
Hello my name is Anorexia
I will make you an obsessive freak
You will hate yourself
I will make you hungry and weak

I will turn your meat to bones
You will lose excessive weight
You must be super skinny
Food you must hate

Skinny is perfect
So your diet is strict
You live struggling
Because you are an addict

Do not eat breakfast
The scale numbers matter
Do not eat lunch
Do not get fatter

I promise to make you beautiful
I am your best friend
I will make you so skinny
Even if your life might end
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