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

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

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

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

Once again im apologizing for things i did not say.

Sometimes i think death would just be the best way.

HE hurt ME so why am i the one losing everything?

You ask me about my past.
i raise my wrist for you to see.

How come even after you hurt me, i still would do anything to be back in your arms?

You have no idea how i am feeling the pain just isnt going away i know i said that i would fight it i just cant see any other way i have tried so hard to be strong but now i dont care that much
i dont know if i can stand it im just not tough enough