I think youd find it funny,
What I see through my own eyes,
Smirking back triumphantly, in a bloated body disguise,
Great rolls of fat climb high upon, the multitudinous of flesh,
Much like the carcasses of the ever growing dead,
And yes Id find it funny, to see through your own eyes,
Such sullen cheeks of bitterness, gazing back in mock surprise,
The calories still shedding,
Result in bones sickly grotesque,
This never ending story of anorexia in your head.
Picture perfect
How thin can you go?
Up for a challenge?
Painful and slow.
Waiting it out
Obsessed with forbidden
Skip one more meal
Keeping secrets hidden
Insomnia increases
Watching seconds tick
Saying you're not hungry
Denying you're sick
Grinding teeth
Vision wavering
Tastes long forgotten
You're still savoring
Standing outside
Feels so cold
Approaching blackness
Then legs fold
Hospital bed
Haven't awoken
Tearing eyes
Lives are broken
Being sad is normal.
Depression is not.
Depression is more common than people think.
Others do not understand what it feels like for the blade to be across your skin.
They do not know that black hole in your soul that eats at you.
The only way out of the black hole you see is red.
When people say "I know how you feel" you sink deeper.
Trying to bring you out only makes you dig deeper sometimes.
You feel worthless and a burden.
Depression eats at your soul until you give in.
You never know when depression will hit or what will trigger it.
Even though you can't see it the only way out is not red color but flesh color.
Color of the people who tr
Depression isn't waking up one day and feeling like your world is going to end. It's waking up most days and feeling the world collapse in. Slowly suffocating you in your own sadness until you can do little more than lie in your bed and wallow in your own self-pity.
Some people don't get as far as the wallowing, and some people stay there forever. I'm trying to break free but it's not as easy as it seems.
When you're down, everyone says to you "Have you seen a doctor?" "Have you tried anti-depressants?"
I wonder if those people ever tried working their way through the system. Being passed from person to person like a mess nobody wants to d
Thoughts run through your mind
'I'm a failure, I'm worthless'
Feel like you're being left beind
Invisible to everyone
Your world is just so bleak
You believe words they say
'You're pathetic, unwanted'
You must be that way
Got no one to turn to
Your 'friends' have all gone
They didn't have a clue
Couldn't understand
You slit your wrists, want to die
Through your veins runs despair
Ashamed, it's all your fault
To you life isn't fair
Sat in a corner, tears in your eyes
There's no hep, you're on your own
Force a smile so they don't realise
You just can't cope anymore
That's not true, there's someone there
To help you out, hel
Lay down your right to be human.
Put on a dazzling smile so that no one can see your pain.
You hide it all so well, but underneath your shirt you can still feel the scars.
No one knows what it is like to be you.
Your smile is but one in a billion,
A mask that you wear to ward off the questions.
Your scars are your war paint,
But this is a losing battle.
You are sent to face the demons all alone, though they will never leave your side.
So keep that pretty smile steady,
And don't let one tear drop from those stormy eyes.
Put on your war paint and go out into the world, where your smile makes you just like them.