sgtbarbie

I stand in the mirror with faucet eyes I get nauseous by the sight of my body my reflection screams insults and tells me that food is the worst thing for me everytime I walk my body recommends a diet I hate myself and myself hates I

You can easily buy food there is food to eat but none is being eaten blood drips down the bodies of millions everywhere but not from wounds inflicted by guns or physical fighting but blades,       razors emotional and mental fighting countries are not on each side families are children against parents siblings against siblings sometimes, the bottle gets too full there is no place for your feelings they can not be bottled up anymore that is when you find another place for them even if it hurts just like blood belongs on a rag any place but in you anything that you consume and that could prevent you from being a pound

 Good-bye to the secret phone calls, the drained wallet, and good-bye to the ringlets and clouds that danced in the air. Good-bye red. Farewell to the crazy singing, the rondeavus with the bathroom, the box dilemas, and the emotional rollercoaster. Farewell temporary fix. And now, I must say good-bye to the one thing that I love the most half of myself The part that every teenager is supposed to hide and not act upon the hormonal part Farewell to all of my exotice ideas.....and actions Cat will now turn back to the person that she used to be before her brother's influences got the best of her