anorexia.
that's what the doctor called my eating disorder.
apparently eating nothing is bad for you. who'd have thought.
i'm just not hungry.
there's too much on my mind.
and the lump in my throat prevents me from swallowing anyways.
it feels like the monster wants to crawl out.
maybe move on to its next victim and leave me alone.
like everyone else in my life.
it doesn't like being trapped, so it takes its anger out on my wrists.
the glistening red bars on my arms trickle out, hitting the leaves of the hateful plant.
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Short Storyevents that planted a suicide. [Highest Ranking: #46 in Short Story] -•- (lowercase intentional for aesthetic purposes) TRIGGER WARNING! this book discusses events that lead up to a suicide. (there are NO gruesome scenes in this story.) if you are f...
