Fiction
January 11th, 2011, 03:00 PM
Don't eat, you can't eat.
The aching inside her stomach,crying out for food.
If she was hungry it meant she'd loose weight right?
It meant she'd become skinny, pretty.
It meant she'd be happy.
Concentration didn't exist.
Her head was spinning, teachers shouted.
It was all for a good cause though.
It meant she'd become skinny, pretty.
It meant she'd be happy.
Her mind battling its self,
She needed to eat, the pain in her stomach unbearable.
She dragged herself to the cupboard,
she collapsed on the sofa and ate.
She ate, and ate.
She ate as she cried aware of what she was doing,
but she just couldn't do it anymore.
Her body cried out for the calories it lacked for so long.
"Stupid fucking bitch" she thought to herself.
"You fucking failiure, you can't do anything right".
Her mind said no, it won't help.
Her heart said yes, you need to be thinner
Prettier
Better.
She sat there in the bathroom,
As she had so many times before.
Fingers down her throat.
Gagging, crying.
She felt better, it was gone,
but she couldn't forgive what she'd done.
She couldn't forgive what she'd become.
She couldn't forgive who she was.
She held her breath, and sunk the blade deep into her arm.
She felt the blood flow,
A calm she felt no other way.
A moments relief,
Ready for it to begin again tomorrow.
I wrote this pretty much by myself with a few small inputs from Matthew (Timelord Victorious) So thanks Matt :)
The aching inside her stomach,crying out for food.
If she was hungry it meant she'd loose weight right?
It meant she'd become skinny, pretty.
It meant she'd be happy.
Concentration didn't exist.
Her head was spinning, teachers shouted.
It was all for a good cause though.
It meant she'd become skinny, pretty.
It meant she'd be happy.
Her mind battling its self,
She needed to eat, the pain in her stomach unbearable.
She dragged herself to the cupboard,
she collapsed on the sofa and ate.
She ate, and ate.
She ate as she cried aware of what she was doing,
but she just couldn't do it anymore.
Her body cried out for the calories it lacked for so long.
"Stupid fucking bitch" she thought to herself.
"You fucking failiure, you can't do anything right".
Her mind said no, it won't help.
Her heart said yes, you need to be thinner
Prettier
Better.
She sat there in the bathroom,
As she had so many times before.
Fingers down her throat.
Gagging, crying.
She felt better, it was gone,
but she couldn't forgive what she'd done.
She couldn't forgive what she'd become.
She couldn't forgive who she was.
She held her breath, and sunk the blade deep into her arm.
She felt the blood flow,
A calm she felt no other way.
A moments relief,
Ready for it to begin again tomorrow.
I wrote this pretty much by myself with a few small inputs from Matthew (Timelord Victorious) So thanks Matt :)