It started with purging,
finding that sweet spot,
at the start of my throat that
made everything feel better.
I don't know why i did it,
I can't remember when i started.
but i know why i started
It gave made me love my reflection.
the reflection you made me hate.
I think you were the first to notice how skinny i had gotten,
you told me I looked better this way,
cause i looked weaker,
easier for you to take control over,
tired of everything,
willing for anything to happen
in hopes to die.
I stopped eating.
I didn't nibble,
didn't slowly prepare myself,
I just stopped, entirely.
i stopped showing up at school,
i stopped everything.
i picked up drinking,
whatever i could get my hands on,
smoking newports,
hanging with a bad crowd.
None as bad as you,
you were the worst,
just like this feeling of being trapped.
the worst.
just like eating
the worst.
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Short Story"I didn't rape you, stop saying that just because I didn't call you after." Kayse the Savior| 2017 ---- A girl struggling to deal with the trauma from a night that changed her life, causing her to get lost in things that just make it worse. "Yes, I...