Were all at fault here, but I am at fault most of all.
How is it not my fault that I force myself to puke?
How is it not my fault that I stopped eating?
How is it not my fault I wanna fucking kill myself?
How is it not my fault that without medication I'm nothing but an angry bitch?
Why am I fucking like this?
Why can't I just work with others?
Why can't I just eat?
Fucking why?
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From My Point of View
PoetryRandom thoughts and feelings after late night breakdowns, phonecalls, anxiety attacks or anything that comes to mind really. I'm going to add a TW because these are my thoughts and I have bulimia, Manic Bipolar Disorder, anxiety, ect,. Just figured...
