Wednesday, August 17, 2011
A Moment Never Faded
Friday, August 12, 2011
Alie And I
Wont you say Im a winner? (the scale is her best friend when she looses weight)
She finds her escape in a fridge which will only lead her to a familiar cold bathroom floor just tell me its over
Well all these calories she counts wont set her free I Swear I'm fine.
Let me Claim Im in control well darling Im lying through my teeth
These memories leave with comforting things that kill my thighs, I swear thoughts will consume my body
Laugh it off and smile, no nothings wrong, starving is beauty, purging is power
Well this aint no way of living and life seems so dull, but I feel disgust deep in my skin and fat surrounding my body.
No I wont stop till I see ribs, I'll loose my sanity and my pain.
This is all find and dandy as long as I loose these shameful pounds
Never Have I felt so free, light headed, is this room always spinning or is this me?
I'll dance with the devil, if she promises me beauty I'll give her my soul at no cost
What keeps me up Scares everyone else.
Mama says "Im scared I'll find You on the kiching floor"
Papa says "You Look Fine Darlin"
She screams and pounds my head "Useless Fat Whore"
My Bestfriend.
My Worst Enemy.
I Always Run Into Her.
Sometimes Shes Angry.
Sometimes Shes Happy.
But In The End She Helps Me.
Yes She Toughens Me.
Oh My Eating Disorder Completes Me.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Counting clocks
She Is Me
Well my words have a problem when they stain my mind and corrupt my soul
I been slipping under these sheets for another sleepness night
These fake laughs and simple lies become who Iam
Just a girl with a disorder
Just a girl with a problem
When the wall screams the ceiling collapses and I manage to smile
Pretending I Always am
What A Lovely Actor I Became.
Yes Watch Me Lie, As I Whimper Everythings Fine.
Monday, August 1, 2011
To A Lovely Friend.
Lots Of Love.
-Kayla.
Depression
I Been Meaning To Get Up And Start Again
I Just Cant Quit This, Promise Things Will Be Different Tomorrow
But All These Bottles Are Cluttering My Closets And I Been Sleeping Away These Past Weeks.
This Angry Habit Is Taking Its Toll Why Are These Four Walls Becoming So Sad
The Doors Been Weeping Staying Closed Is Just Too Lonely
The Dog's Been Hounding Wondering If I'll Walk Down These Old Steps Again.
Some Call It Laziness Others Say Its Digging A Grave To Find A Home
The Lonely Place I Lay Is Becoming A Tomb Im Getting To Know
These Drooping Curtains Seem To Cry When Hope Starts Running Away
All The Pictures Hung Begin To Fall Because Staying Still Means Becoming Frozen
And Nothing Ever Stays The Same But Its Just So Hard To See
When Nothing Is Clear, Well Distorted Images Smile When They Meet The Brain
The Life Slips Into Sleep As I Hide Under The Covers
Ignore The Angry Voices That Take Control
Well I Aint Gotta Problem If We Shut The Lights Off And Believe Nothings Wrong.