Anorexia

November 9, 2010
By Anonymous

her only comfort to me,
don’t let me see
your brown eyes cry
don’t let me hear
you asking yourself why

but i don’t want any sympathy
any fucking empty sympathy
throughout this long story
i’ve had enough of that already

hide me with a smile
but smiles can lie
because in the empty mirror
my brown eyes cry

she says, you’ll faint
well, what if i do?
there’s nothing for me to fall against
but the cold hard floor and you

and all that will happen
crumple away softly
just like falling asleep
nothing to catch me

she asks me why
she says, don’t you feel empty?
but maybe if i’m empty
i won’t feel any pain



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