I am looking at her picture
and it brings me to tears...
***I am struggling with bulimia and this poem...
“What’s wrong?†I hear from...
Little black boxes
and pumpkin cars...
My fairytale does not exist, and I feel so dead...
I use to live my life, without the need to have to...
Smiles painted across familiar faces,
Hiding all the things they've done...
Pain ripping every nerve
Willing your breath away...
A beautiful girl with gorgeous eyes
a hidden world...
Thinking about what you did
How you ripped apart my soul...
In the dark corner
The silent pipes leak...
There's unhealed wounds surrounding my shattered...
Poison running through my blood which you helped...
When I'm dancing, It releases pain,
Takes me to a world I've never known...
My dear brother
I love you more than life...