These words will kill me 'Just This One Time'. But it never is, it's just a lie.
'Did you want any supper?' 'No thanks, I'm fine' I'm not really, I'm skipping. But just this one time. I look better this way, and I'm not doing it every day! So you get from once a week to stuff it in your cheek, from just that one time to you may just die.
It's thanksgiving dinner, with food everywhere. You eat and eat until you're out of air. But you don't feel right, your pants are tight. You're up 5 pounds and still have got 2 rounds! A trip to loo it's all you could do. Not always, not forever, just that one time. Now you're heaving and chucking after every meal, but you've gotten good and keep it concealed.
You pick up the razor, all you want is some pain. Different from the pain you deal with all day. Their words and their hate are stuck in your brain, you have to, just this one time, before the tears give way. One cut and you focus not on them but on you. How that small razor made red from blue. But day by day it happens again and that tiny razor becomes your only friend. Night after night, slice after slice you start to tear up your sad. sad life.
So no, no more. Not one single time! Don't speak those words, no not that line! I don't want to hear that from anyone! It's bullshit! It's crap! You'll never be done.
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Depression Poetry
Poetry*WARNING POSSIBLY TRIGGERING* This is nothing more than some poetry I've written about/for/to deal with depression. Hatred and rude comments won't be tolerated. If anyone needs someone to message about a problem of any kind I want you to know that I...
