Reply With QuoteTRIGGER
The first day
Resisting was hard,
but the temptations soon disappeared,
I drowned them in liquid,
for the hunger to leave.
As the hours went by,
exercising, I did,
for hours on end,
for the fat, the calories to rid.
As night soon came,
I fell fast asleep, with only one sound,
a stomach growling,
but a proud mind.
The second day
Waking in hunger,
a monster in my stomach,
stepping out of bed,
with dizziness surrounding.
Arriving downstairs,
I peek in the fridge,
the food awaits,
but I won't let it win.
Exercises, I do,
repeatively and more,
stopping for water,
but returning,
regardless I'm sore.
That evening my mum returns,
asks 'Want to come food shopping'?
I think about it for long,
and decide to come along.
Looking and staring,
all around me,
the temptations of food,
I wish they'd leave.
Returning home,
putting the food away,
trying to resist,
to bed I astray.
Sleeping with the hunger,
my heart beating fast,
shaking, my hands,
the day is over,
at last.
Day three
Awake, I am,
stepping out of bed,
falling to the floor,
the dizziness took over,
grabbing to the door,
pulling myself up,
I take a deep breath,
and prepare myself,
for the day ahead...
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She is the girl,
who cries her eyes out,
her heart torn apart,
and when she thinks it's a new, fresh start,
it's shortly a torturing end,
with no fixing mend.
She is the girl,
who wishes to be loved,
to be cared about,
to be hugged,
to be held,
not to be abandoned,
left to the cold.
She is the girl,
who loses control,
she fills her stomach,
with posion,
she bleeds,
she starves,
she sees,
that shes worth nothing.
She is the girl,
who has a temper,
who will yell, and shout,
and she wont remember,
much if anything,
that she has done,
but she will apologize,
even though her anger has won.
She is the girl,
who is called names,
she cries for hours,
wishing she could fade away,
the bullies, they know,
they hurt her so.
She is the girl,
who wishes to die,
every second of the day,
and she lives a life,
full of lies,
covering up her secrets,
she just wishes to say goodbye.
She is the girl,
who has gave up hope,
who has gave up faith,
who has gave up,
everything she believed,
she wishes to leave,
to be dead,
and that girl,
is me.
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Alone under this abandoned, old tree,
the leaves dropping one by one,
as my tears do when I'm left alone,
when someone close to me leaves,
I wonder if this tree cries just like me.
Laying in the grass now,
I see a butterfly,
it flutters around me,
I imagine my Nan,
she loved them dearly,
I wonder if she can see me,
I wonder what she'd be thinking,
whether she would be proud,
or whether she would be mad.
Walking down a street,
with others around, joyful and happy,
I'm the odd one out,
with a frown instead of a smile,
alone is what I'm destined to be,
or so it seems.
I arrive home,
walking up these stairs,
and into my room,
I lay on my bed, thinking,
I wonder if this is how my life was planned,
alone, abandoned,
I scream so loud,
but it falls amoung deafened ears,
I cry so much,
but they don't see the tears.
I want someone to take my hand,
to never let go,
I want someone to love and care,
and never stop,
I want someone to hold me,
to never leave,
I want someone to stay,
and never leave me astray.
There.
Phew!
That was so long lol, sorry about the length.
(Bill Hicks)
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