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Pulling my hair out,
Screaming and crying.
Cuts on my wrists,
I feel like dying.
This is killing me,
And I can't stop it!
My stomach aches,
I feel like shit.
I live on air,
I'm always passed out on the floor,
I purge and purge,
until I can't take anymore.
My stomach is a worthless organ
in my eyes.
But, since it doesn't have any food,
its eating my insides.
I will be thin,
I will be strong,
I don't care anymore
if this is wrong.
I'm dying,
But, I couldn't even care.
I'm wasting away,
I'm losing my hair.
Get away from me,
Leave me alone!
I don't need you're help,
For this, the cure is unknown.
Don't touch me, don't touch me!
YOU CANNOT SAVE ME!
You can't help me, back off,
And look at what you made me...
Screaming and crying.
Cuts on my wrists,
I feel like dying.
This is killing me,
And I can't stop it!
My stomach aches,
I feel like shit.
I live on air,
I'm always passed out on the floor,
I purge and purge,
until I can't take anymore.
My stomach is a worthless organ
in my eyes.
But, since it doesn't have any food,
its eating my insides.
I will be thin,
I will be strong,
I don't care anymore
if this is wrong.
I'm dying,
But, I couldn't even care.
I'm wasting away,
I'm losing my hair.
Get away from me,
Leave me alone!
I don't need you're help,
For this, the cure is unknown.
Don't touch me, don't touch me!
YOU CANNOT SAVE ME!
You can't help me, back off,
And look at what you made me...
This is how I feel right now...
No body can save me, cause this is what everyone has made me...
No body can save me, cause this is what everyone has made me...
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I know what you mean, I stopped when my boyfriend threatened to tell my mom, he almost did but i deleted the texts before they got to her. I started eating againa dn thoughtI was better but I'm only eating 400 calories a day and wokring out on top of it. Im thinking of starving again, I just can't stand being fat. It kills. You wan to stop but its so scary and you feel like you're gonna lose control. You can recover over and over again but you always want to just relapse. Its hard, but you'll do it eventually, I hope so. I hate being afraid to let go and eat, but its there. i know im a stranger, but im here if you want to talk.