Purging to only taste acidic iron scares me.
Time and time again it happens and hurts.
I know at this point I should stop and it's going to kill me.
The only part of my habits being the death of me that scares me -
I know it's going to hurt like Hell.
I taste the death on my lips. Cold.
The pain brings me to screaming tears.
Home alone to indulge in my likings.
Here in silence I will continue -
No one will know until they smell the dead body by the toilet -
Covered by what should be held inside.
Estimated time of death:
8pm at the latest.
<3 the acid, the blood
she spits the happy candies right back at the world
she's sorry she couldn't do this sooner
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