Tuesday, January 1, 2013

poems in action

It breaks you into tiny pieces,
you are at war with yourself

Truly not alone inside this head,
inside my mind is a scrambled blend
of all of me that wants to break out
and stand strong without a doubt
of who I am and who I should be,
it would be great if I liked being me.



I wish wish wish I could be one of those girls who was happy.

I'm not hungry but I feel so empty. I hate this void and at least feel some type of  fullness makes me feel better. But after a binge is a purge and I'm not doing that anymore.

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