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I hate you
For what you did to me
But even more
I hate you
For what you did to her
Why can't you see
How beautiful she was
How beautiful she could be
Without you
Anorexia
How do you sleep at night
Knowing well those you've taken
Stolen from those that love them most
Driving us all insane
Forced into slow suicide
Does it even slightly faze you
That you are
The dark side of Glamour
Anorexia
The unbearable unbearable pain inside
Making it visable through scars
Hidden underneith baggy clothes
They'll never know of our relationship
Hold me in your arms
And sing me to my final sleep
Anorexia
For what you did to me
But even more
I hate you
For what you did to her
Why can't you see
How beautiful she was
How beautiful she could be
Without you
Anorexia
How do you sleep at night
Knowing well those you've taken
Stolen from those that love them most
Driving us all insane
Forced into slow suicide
Does it even slightly faze you
That you are
The dark side of Glamour
Anorexia
The unbearable unbearable pain inside
Making it visable through scars
Hidden underneith baggy clothes
They'll never know of our relationship
Hold me in your arms
And sing me to my final sleep
Anorexia
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Cradling you,
Limp in my arms,
Bones, and yellow skin,
Poking in to me,
I beg of you,
Eat.
The sight of food,
You vomit up blood,
All over me.
I do not care,
I will not leave.
Your hairs falling out,
Stringy and weak,
I hold it in my fingers,
Shaking,
Crying with you.
I wont let you die,
You can do this no more,
I look in those eyes,
So gray, loss of life,
You bruise so easily,
As i carry you to bathe,
Its like carrying a dead baby,
And laying it in its grave,
But you are not yet dead,
Food you shall eat,
Once so beautiful,
Weight will not be your defeat.
Anorexia may own you,
Your mind your heart your soul,
But
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Anorexia
Anorexia
Magazines and television
Model pretty girls
Their bodies perfect and so thin
Their hair all up in curls
I want to feel my skin, my bone
Changing into something beautiful
But sometimes I think looking like them
May take a miracle
I'll push around the corn and beans
All around my plate
Maybe I can convince them all
That I really ate.
I can see my bones now
Showing through my skin
Which has grown so very pale
Which has become so thin.
All I'll drink is water
And eat only cotton balls
To make my stomach think I'm full
Perhaps I'll make it after all
People seem to notice
And ask if I've lost weight
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Anorexia
She was living inside me
Sometimes, she spoke for me
She didn't want I eat
So, I didn't eat anymore
I lost, but nobody saw it
When I explained all to my friends
They helped me
Both of them particularly
I will never be able to thank them enough
Thanks to them, I'm fine now
My life is beautiful, even if...
Now she'll always be there, deep inside myself
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So real. I don't myself want anyone to have anorecxia, yet I dream of it.... I know people die from it. And people suffer from it. It's fucking horrible. Yet I dream of it. I know, I'm an idiot so no need to call me one already.