April 4th - twenty four hours, seventeen minutes.
The day I made it.
The day I went insane.
The day I was ruthless.
The day I was violent.
The day I danced like no one was watching.
The day I sang till my voice cracked.
The day I stole laxatives ( from my mom ).
The day I pushed myself passed my breaking point ( I could barely walk for a week because of all those exercises ).
But now I want that again.
I felt happiest when I was my weakest.
I need to starve.
I need it feel numb.
I need to do this.
Not to myself.
FOR MYSELF.
I'm trying again.
Strive for longer.
FEEL BETTER.
Start - April 15th; 9:30pm
Fail - April 16th; 12:43pm
Fucking pathetic.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from a broken soul
PuisiPoems written by me. Do not use without permission. Do not claim as your own. But hey, you probably will anyway. What's the point of asking you not to?
