Literature
Thighs Apart
Feet together,
Thighs apart,
how i mend my broken heart.
Breakfast skipped,
and dinner comes up,
pretending i don't give a fuck.
So cold,
so big,
water water, another swig.
Can't sleep at night,
can't face the day,
why won't ana go away?
Crying into bloody wrists,
Thinspo on my wall.
Pretty.
Skinny.
Tall.
But here i am again.
Here, my only friend.
Here, i face my silent end.
Thank you for trying.
I'm sorry. I tried.
I'm sorry.
I lied.