This blissful emptiness brings me
to a feeling that I'm loosing it.
I cant control it, I just don't know what to do... This disorders killing me from the inside out... its all true..
I'm flushing my life away... each and every sorrowful day...
I dint know what to do, I cant seem to stop...
No one ever told me that things would get this hard.
If only there was someone who knew how I feel and realized that my pain is real...
When I look in the mirror I hate what I see, its my enemy of disgust staring back at me...
so i put on black mascara to hide my constant misery... Its part of the sweet china mask that I wear day in and out, putting a fake smile on whilst my soul desperately longs to come out.
Even though I know the consequences I still continue to do it,
I feel so cold, my poems all seem so old... they talk of all the pain I feel. Its like a game I play that continuously succeeds in destroying me each and everyday...
