Stick Figures
And Empty Plates..
Do You Feel You Can Relate?
Baggy Clothes
And Tired Eyes,
Do You Think Anybody Knows?
Looks In The Mirror,
And Hands Feel Stomach,
Do You Think Your Goal Is Getting Nearer?
Your Bones Are Showing,
And Your Fading Away..
Gurl Best You Keep Going.
Of Birds and Bones by wilesofstarlight, literature
Literature
Of Birds and Bones
She has wrists like birds' claws,
too thin to lift her red bracelets.
I think of snapping twigs.
Like a swan searching for
serenity lost,
she perches on chair arms
and davenports.
Wings clipped, tail-feathers pulled,
she smiles as if the expression
can banish fears
and uncontrolled realities.
Her lips are as dry as scattered leaves;
her eyes are tremulous, watchful, speaking things
quietly wild.
Once, she was strong.
Now, she cannot hear me say,
"I love youyou're beautifuldon't do this."
It will not be tomorrow, but soon
my words will mean no more
than wavering spikes of rosemary
grown from an old grave.
I want to feel my bones,
Their itching to get out.
"No more food" you moan,
"I WANT TO BE PRETTY," You shout.
- - -
Ana Is My Friend,
Ana Is My Queen,
Shell make your troubles end,
She'll loosen off your jeans.
Mia Is My Bitch,
Mia's My Control,
For when theirs been a glitch,
Il throw it up,
To make sure I reach my goal...
<3
Some write for fame
Some write for money
Some write as an escape
Some write to connect with others
And me?
I write what I can't say
So the world can hear me
Once crazy, now just numb by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave, literature
Literature
Once crazy, now just numb
I used to be crazy
Now I'm just numb
Life is a chore
Smiles taste wrong
And I keep dragging myself
The worthless
Empty carcass
That was once me
Across time and space
Simply because I have nothing better to do
Muscle damage. Nerve damage. Isn't that just awesome. Cutting is the best thing ever. Yep I love the pins and needles in my hand. I love this pain I have when I move because of last week's hospital trip. And the lovely abuse I get in hospital too. Oh and how can I forget last months infection, wasn't the smell fabulous and the antibiotics, they tasted great.
Fuck that. Self harm is shit. Don't do it. Never do it. I'll never get the feeling back. I'll never get my skin back. I'll never get the years of my life back.
It's been a while but the ED is creeping in my door again. I hate him but he calls me. He came in and now I don't want him to leave.
Self harm followed him in too. 44 stitches then a nasty infection. Now I want it like I used to. I forget the 19 weeks. I forget I can do better.
Ocd controls me rather than me trying to take control.
Bipolar and bpd rattle me emotionally until I want to die.
At least new meds are controlling the hallucinations because that's one thing I'm glad yo live without.
So I survived new year and a bad anniversary. But relapse is tearing me down. I start study in 3 days. I hope that helps