Rereading my poems and quotes its like i dont no...
its like its just another poet on this site...

I want to be skinny
i want to be perfect...

I got up the guts
to go and talk to you...

IF I WERE TO RUN WOULD YOU COME AFTER ME??
IF I WERE TO TRY TO HURT WOULD YOU TRY TO STOP...

Thinking of who would miss me if i died i figured...
my family wouldnt count...

If only i new that me being this small and pateat...

If you havent noticed
its all behind the smile...

I got up the guts
to go and talk to you...

I was beated once
i was beated twice...

I kept it locked inside for soo long
i was soo good at it...

Is it okey for me to cry to let all of my feelings...

You say i am anorexic, belimic how can that be?
i am not a fake skinny! all i am is me...