living life sicker then a dog.
i'm getting out of my happy head,
taking a walk down memory lane.
i'm walking all the way home,
slicing my thigh,
i can no longer say i'm clean.
limping down the highway,
running from my pretend home.
jeans burn me,
make me curse out and cry.
this time i'll be taking it a notch further,
i'll puke out my guts till i feel bone.
choking on my own blood,
the sink turning red.
desperately trying to get out even more,
fingers scratching trying to find a main artery,
dizziness floods me,
guess what i got away with missing another meal!
i'll never be attractive.
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PoetryFirst few chapters are about this girl then the rest is just my life and me venting. If anyone read this please dont comment shit like "are u ok" or "talk to someone" i really dont need that and i present these problems alot stronger then they are i...
