I'm trapped here all alone in the bathroom laying over a toilet bowl trying to flush away the calories that haunt me. People say things like "fat ass" and "kill yourself" but the thing is they never said that before. I'm just a girl who's born in the wrong time and in the wrong place and my only option is to bow my head in shame as the pain and misery kick in as the rope seals the deal with fate consuming me in its dark pathway with no light to spare me for my sins that I've cast upon myself over a dozen times. Lets see if you laugh now as the night goes on and your the one who now wants to be happy and gone.
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
