So now i am silently out of your life
whisper and cry your goodbyes
because its you i have to thank
for giving me the reason to die.

You may not be holding the knife
you may not have the pills
but your the one who made me like this
your the one who made this all real

Hate who i was, unsure of who i am, afraid of who i will be.

Shes finds it so much easier to pretend she is okay,
then to admit she is not.

I can't touch it.. if i did i would curl up and crumble. i may seem to be made by heart of stone... but really just chalk.. and im afraid to face the possibility i could easily turn to dust

~from an anorexic site

Emotions control me... make me hide in a safe place of silence... my mind stays distant from what my heart feels. if i say it, it's real... so i say nothing.

~from an anorexic site

Lost in the darkness of my own circumstances, critcizing echoes leave me awake in the night... the barrier and blockades that keep me safe and in control while i pretend im okay...

~from an anorexic site

Starvation fills a void inside when it's approval from u i crave. The desire for food is gone and u are there again... yelling... so negative. Times like this are filled with the pounding urge to run far away and disappear.

~from an anorexic site

Im sorry for being me.

~my life is such a beautiful disaster~