• One pill.
    Two pills
    Three pills
    -pop-
    Oh pills keep coming.
    The little death angels are so tempting and beautiful.

    One cut
    Two cuts
    Three cuts
    Four.
    Oh how fun,
    To watch the blood drip onto the pure white tile flooring in the bathroom.

    8:30 am
    12:46 pm
    7:32 pm
    Oh no mommy dear,
    I'm sick,
    My tummy hurts.
    That's why i'm puking.
    It's been hurting all day mother dearest.

    Running.
    Binging.
    Purging.
    Oh mom,
    I've been excersising.
    I'm getting so thin,
    Aren't you so proud?

    Crying.
    Cutting.
    Sleeping.
    Binging and purging.
    Oh what a way to live life.

    "Just run away from it."

    Let me ask you this---

    How can you hide/run away from something that never goes away?