Disclaimer: Beyblade and the characters are not mine *sadface*
Warnings: You guys must be used to my writing by now yes? Eating Disorders/Self-Harm/Suicidality. Dark, depressing and full of all teh angst!
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I linger between
The living
And the dead
Unsure where I belong
Tala wipes my tears
And wraps me in his arms
You're too thin
You're too hurt
He whispers to his one
I flinch
When my friends touch me
Warm flesh
On scarred bone
Pouring warmth
On cold glass
I will shatter
Each morning I wake
And pull the tissue
From my skin
The mirror waits for me
Cut your flesh
Fat boy
My blade wears silver slippers
With sharpened points
That, as they tap across my forearm
Tear it apart
I obeys the cut of glass
Eating is pathetic as you are
Don't and someone might love you
I am the boy that starves himself
I hate the mirror
I have control
I say
When I turns my back the mirror laughs
Each evening I finds myself
In the pantry
Stuffing my face
To fill my empty heart
To block the screaming
Silence
Scarred knuckles
Sore throat
Aching back
I looks on at the people
Their skin smooth pink
Wearing summer clothes
In summer
And at night lie beneath my quilt
And think
I'm dressed six feet under
I toss and turn
As my stomach rumbles
And gnarls
Hunger a murderous tumour
Kill it
I whisper
Kill yourself
Says the mirror
I touche the glass softly
My fingertips echoing my reflection
But if I kill the hunger
I think I die anyway
It's a catch twenty two
Whether I live or die
I'm always with you
Tala cries at night
What can I do?
I pull away
I run and I hide
Leave me alone!
Please, please save me
I'm not hungry
But I can barely stand
I'm fine
But I want to die
I want to kill myself
I am not alive anyway
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