When All You Knew Was Gone

I'm just a girl, but perhaps not to you. To you, I'm just a blog, a website, a tiny link in your world. Maybe, though, the same monsters inhabit our souls, and bind us unknowingly. If you know Ana, the kiss of a blade, if you dream of death and wish for beauty... then maybe we aren't strangers after all. Maybe we're the same soul, split in a million parts and trapped in a thousand different bodies. Maybe we're all alone together.
H: 5'3 HW: 125 CW: 114 LW: 110 GW1: 110 GW2: 105 UGW: 99

Vegan, Anorexic, Self Harm, Pansexual, Suicidal, Depressed

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Early Morning Whispers

I've never been a hateful person. Not quite. But some things get to me, like the girls who wonder why people haven't noticed they have a problem. Or wonder why no one cares. I hate that they haven't realized the truth; that no one cares, no one ever has or ever will. That life owes us nothing but death.


Maybe I'm just jealous. Jealous that they believe in something, jealous that they hope one day to be saved. I don't have that. I know that the path I'm on will most definitely not lead to my retribution. 


No one heard me screaming. No one saw the blood. No one noticed my barely-touched plate. Why should they, after all? I was too lost, and I've never wanted to be found. 
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