كلمات.

Bulimia.

I used to water a yellow flower in my heart, but it has a virus that destroyed every piece in my body, i was so sick, i hated myself, the world, and most of all god.

and one day the sun set for good and the last golden leaf didn't die and i looked so far at the stars and i saw a shadow that reminded me of the golden days, then i stopped making myself throwing up after every bad and healthy meal, i know its hard for you to stop this but believe me bulimia makes you a different person, stop hurting your beautiful soul that god created to make you different from any living creature, you are beautiful just the way you are stop trying to make your soul fit in another body,  its okay to have scars, scars are beautiful, for that , i hope you to protect your soul, i hope that you don't let the world judge you for being too loud, too soft, i hope to not convince you to be perfect instead of real, and when you come out of it, you're going to be so much closer to the person you were meant to be, and don't forget the best part of it, hurting hurts but it heals too.