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destiny Jun 2018
You love to watch people suffer from the pain you have caused them.
You love to have people try to help only to be scorched by your burns.
You love to hurt.
I guess you’re just another reason why I keep my heart with me.
Give it to no one else.
Wrap it in barb wire and never let it stray too far.
My heart is mine.
If I share it with anyone else I fear I won’t have one left to keep me alive.
destiny Jun 2018
How can one person hold so much power over you?
I feel as though once you trust someone,
Once you let them in,
You have given them a piece of you.
A piece of your heart that they’ll have forever.
They can do what they please with it.
You chose to keep it close.
You chose to slowly tare at it later by layer until there’s nothing left,
Leaving me with nothing but painful memories.
Friends can break hearts too
destiny Jun 2018
If I could capture happiness in box
It would go something like this,
It would smell like freshly baked cookies just coming out of the oven.
Take a sip and it would taste like a cold glass of water after a day in the thick sticky heat.
If you listen to it you would hear the most alluring song sung by the most mischievous of sirens.
Pour it out into your hand and it would feel like the kiss of sunlight through the chilly air.
But what would this box look like?
This box would look like you.
To the person I’m yet to meet
destiny Jun 2018
Depression tastes like disappointment,
Anxiety smells like ****,
OCD feels like Groundhog Day,
And anorexia looks like art .
You learn to ‘live’ and ‘cope’,
And you learn to fill your days,
You swallow more drinks and pop more pills and live through a medicated haze.
destiny Jun 2018
Ana
I used to wake up every morning with the bitter taste of yesterday’s guilt still lingering in my mouth.
I used to touch my body as I looked at my lifeless reflection in that deceptive pane of glass.
I used to wish and hope and pray as I pressed my feet onto that cold glass scale that I would be another pound closer to death.
I never ate.
I did everything I could to keep myself from doing so.
Hungry?
20 sit-ups.
Stomach growling?
Get out of the house.
Faint?
Take a nap.
ATE SOMETHING!?
You fat **** go run until you *****.
Why did I do this?
I don’t know.
Was it because I hated myself?
Maybe.
Was it for attention?
Maybe.
Was it just another way for me to self destruct?
Maybe.
You tell me.
But I’ll tell you one thing.
Starving yourself is not ******* worth any of it.
destiny Jun 2018
Some people need to belittle others to make themselves feel a fraction bigger.

Those are the people that are truly small.
destiny Jun 2018
The truth is,
I don't know what the hell I'm talking about.
But then again,
No one truly does.
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