Well, where do I start? Writing is the only positive way I can get all my shitty feelings out. My other "coping skills" aren't so great. I've had an eating disorder for 8 years, I struggle with self-injury, and have lately become addicted to alcohol and various pills. My boyfriend, the love of my life, was recently killed in a car accident and I miss him so much. I don't know what to do without him. But writing is one thing that lets me get everything out without hurting myself. |
When I'm anxious or depressed,
When I'm upset or really stressed...
Protruding bones,
skinny and wasted...
Dear Anorexia:
Please don't leave me...
A long, clear tube,
attached to a plastic bag...
Fat, fat everywhere,
that is all I see...