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Fucked Up Disorder.
written by Josh_x01:08 PM 2/19/05Staring into the mirror
The person staring back at me disgusts me
Running to the toilet
Violently shoving my fingers down my throat
Puking away all i have left
I still look so fucking ugly
They all say i shouldn't put myself down
But even if i didn't
I would still feel it
I'd still want to change every single thing about me
They say boys shouldn't be like this
I don't know why i have to be
I guess maybe it was my dad
But i can't completely blame him
It was my fingers down my throat
Noone elses
I'll just wait to be sent back to that place
Full of people just like me
I'll wake up feeling confused every day
Staring at the drip
Yeah, I can't even fucking eat without the help of the precious drip
But atleast i'm safe now
Atleast noone can touch me anymore
Until they all judge me
And tell me i'm better
Then i get sent back home
Everyone pretends they missed me
I can see its all a lie
I'll just smile
Act like everythings okay
Until this cycle begins again. |
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