Are turning into dust.

I'm wide awake.

It's mo(u)rning.

I'm not playing anymore.
it hurts.

You like to think you're immune to this stuff. ♥

Neither of you love me so please stop pretending.
You have no idea of what I believe in, that I possess a brain.
You called me cold hearted. And for once you are right. But i made myself this way.
This needs to stop.

Absent without leave.

You are dead, as I am.
so much but so little, so insignificant yet never leaving my mind.

I might be cold, but I'm just skin and bones.

I think I owe it to applaud myself that I no longer feel the need to starve myself to look like this. I am no longer a player in the fruitless journey to become a ‘perfect woman’, these realistic expectations enforced on us only cause self loathing.
From 119 to 130 lb.
I refuse to care anymore, I look healthier.

But alas; Relax, Relapse.

Even the best fall down sometimes, and I am no longer afraid to think or feel.

You were the worst thing that ever happened to me.

My heart has flown to fields of flowers and open roads
While I'm left lying in my bed.
The darkness holds little rest for weary bones.
Now turn the page, the chapter's ending.

The earth is on her knees,
as oceans cover me.
Sail your ship across my sea,
and I'll see you in my sleep.

'We'll do it all, everything On our own. We don't need Anything Or anyone.'

♥