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Self harmingThrough the slit in the curtains I could see the dark blue sky, it was full of clouds. I knew this was going to be a long day. "Beth, you going to school today or what, It's like half 7?" Typical, Mum always shouts that in the morning after we have had an argument. It's like she forgets about what happened last night. She found me throwing away my food again. It isn't her business what i do anyway but once again she sits me down, tells me she is going to take me to the doctors if i don't stop. I say go on then there is nothing wrong with me. So she looks at my wrists. I've never told her that I cut mysSelf harming
by ~YouHaveCoolSocks
Life After AnorexiaThey all say I'm only hurting myself.Life After Anorexia
If that's true, then why do they always
have pain in their eyes?
Are they the ones locked up in here
all day and night,
like a goldfish with no say in whether or not
it wants to be stared at?
Why do they put me in that orange jumpsuit
like I'm a prison inmate
and make me talk to the people I used to love
on a phone, separated by glass?
And why do they (no, I don't do this), they hurt me with the food and the needles they say they're helping me.
This place makes no sense.
They send
by ~earlybyrd
mixtapes for the hearther hair meets at its end over her shoulders. her eyes are green almonds. she has long legs, a flat stomach, and beneath her small chest, her ribs are hard speed bumps under her skin. a girl, like any other, solely composed of flesh and bone and blood. she was lounging, reading in one of those cheap, pasty beach chairs.mixtapes for the heart
there are four boys in mary's life. they defined hell for mary. and any single chance they get their dirty finger nails on, they'll redefine it for her, over and over.
"mary, mary," they yelled. "don't scratch your arms, don't cut your hair, don't stuff your bra." all four of them danced around the be
by ~oneeightybyjune
Beauty Is...Beauty is a BeastBeauty Is...
Look deep into that mirror, Meet your own gaze. Are you pretty enough yet?
Do you need to lose some more weight? Maybe you shouldn't have eaten that apple yesterday Even though it was the only thing you had. You won't eat anything today Perhaps then you'll be pretty enough.
Layer on that make-up as thickly as you can You won't be able to move your face, even to smile. You don't need to have fun to be beautiful. Satisfied with the mask you've put on Are you hiding your face or something more?
Clothes that cling to y
by ~golden-3point14
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- Interests: my make-up, hair straightners, hairspray, lap top, prom, revision , hair die, bleach, my i-pod ect
- Favourite movie: Enchanted and saw 3 (what a variety)
- Favourite band or musician: tokio hotel (I just think they're immense
- Favourite genre of music: i think of myself as an eclectic
- Favourite artist: I guess it has to be my frien James from school he's sooo good
- Favourite poet or writer: defo my friend Becci from school
- Favourite photographer: my brother he's so talented
- Favourite style of art: i don't understand
- Operating System: not a clue
- MP3 player of choice: not a clue
- Shell of choice: umm sea shell? :s
- Wallpaper of choice: cool
- Skin of choice: me
- Favourite game: pyramid blox on my mum's phone
- Favourite gaming platform: not a clue what you mean
- Favourite cartoon character: not a clue
- Personal Quote: i don't think i have one
- Tools of the Trade: not a clue
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a hidden world of hurt and lies,
she sits up in her bed and cries.
It's hard for her to realize... Love isn't all 'weak in the knees' and 'butterflies'
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I dont care just what you think, as long as its about me
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a hidden world of hurt and lies,
she sits up in her bed and cries.
It's hard for her to realize... Love isn't all 'weak in the knees' and 'butterflies'
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