Elizabeth Pappin

Yo! Your fat! Your dumb! You deserve to be beaten! Cut yourself! You stupid ass! I can understand why your so fat! Its because your eating away your depression! Fattie~
          From Blanketmaster, to Blanketmaster.

I dont deserve food, so I'm starving myself.

I feel shit!

I know I've posted twice today, but...
          
          I feel like committing...
          And I know why...
          I bet people will hate me for being vague, but... I don't want to tell this to anyone...
          I hate myself for even THINKING it.
          That's just how bad it is...
          And...
          Please don't try to get it out of me...
          It'll probably make me feel worse...
          
          I'll give the slightest hint though...
          Its a double-edged-blade.

I'm considering something very, very difficult to describe...
          Its...
          Really, REALLY heartbraking to divulge, and it will take me a while to confide in it...
          
          I'm literally crying right now.
          
          It'll be both beneficial, and crushing; if I go with it...
          
          
          I need time to think...
          
          In the mean time, I'll write a poem...
          
          
          
          The three sounds.
          Co-existing in the same generation.
          Same frequency.
          Almost...
          Almost the same qualities...
          Two stood out, two...
          One ear.
          Different tombre.
          Different tempo.
          Close.
          But far.
          Sudden silence.
          Deafening?
          Unmistakably.
          
          The sound died out, and no music played.
          The time had come, the leaves no longer swayed.
          All the noise, had been dismayed.
          
          And the tune begun.
          And the noise voiced.
          The echo hit home.
          And the boy rejoiced.
          
          The beat had started, the fore-front strung.
          The seas parted, and the shore's coast had won.
          
          But the sounds clung, they clung, and they clung, with a mighty strum; the bellowing stifled.
          
          The choices made, they decision chose.
          All now left, is a blood-tainted rose...

Nails scraping chalk.
          Two worlds colliding.
          Spiders crawling.
          Thoughts crushed.
          Love shattered.
          Anxiety high.
          Stomach churning.
          Frequencies piercing sound itself.
          Holes sinking.
          Time fabricated over.
          Space lost.
          Souls screaming.
          Minds trembling.
          Lives changing.
          Thoughts drowning.
          Life shook.
          Space drowning.
          Time drowning.
          Spiders drowning.
          Holes drowning.
          Minds drowning.
          Worlds drowning.
          Cant breathe.
          Cant breathe.
          Oxygen deprived.
          Cant breathe.
          Cant breathe.
          Mind drowning.
          Heart beating.
          Love drowning.
          Love in the heart and mind drowning in holes filled with spiders and chalk and nails, the space pierced time with nails almost string-pullingly.
          Get out of my head.
          Out.
          But it didnt leave.