It makes me do things.
Run blades through my skin.
Run my fingers down my throat to bring up the food that will make me fat.
Smoke the stuff that makes me forget. Feel happy.
Take the pills that will make me feel nothing at all.
Sniff the white powdery stuff to bring me joy.
It makes me think I'm useless, small.
It helps me find all this stuff that will allow me to feel alive. Every breath full of smoke, every pill, every sniff, brings me closer to my end. The place I belong. To not have to feel all this pain.
Cut, to remind me alive. To remind I can still be in control of all this pain.
Purge, to make me skinny. Help me feel beautiful. Help me look like everyone else.
