There is nothing glamorous about an eating disorder.
Unless of course you find sore throats, scarred knuckles, blood filled porcelain bowls, trembling bodies, and cayenne pepper tea beautiful.
And I can promise you,
Dying. Isn't. Beautiful.
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welcome to my mind
PoetryAll of my late night thoughts and feelings that I bottle up and try to put into words.
dying isn't beautiful
There is nothing glamorous about an eating disorder.
Unless of course you find sore throats, scarred knuckles, blood filled porcelain bowls, trembling bodies, and cayenne pepper tea beautiful.
And I can promise you,
Dying. Isn't. Beautiful.
