Friday, 5 August 2011

Tick Tock.

Tick tock. Tick tock. You're wasting your life. Run down the stairs, one at a time.
You fat bitch, look what you've done.

Feel your ribs, your lungs expand. How empowering it is to run your hand
along each one...
Keep up the pretense, you know you don't need to eat.
Let me do the talking, they won't be able to tell.
See I've taken over and the lies start to spill.

"I'm happy. I love you. I can't wait to break fast." Why're you squirming?
We're beating them at last.

Don't you remember what I told you before? You can't run and hide anymore
 because now I've got you back
And I won't let go. So smile and dance and put on a show - who're you fooling with that shit sharade?

Put some effort into it.

One potato, two potato, three potato, four.
Let's hide dinner in the drawer.
One retch, maybe two or three.
"I love your dinner" says the toilet to me.

Can't escape, won't escape.
I'm lost in the tunnel.
My soul died a while ago.


  1. Oh wow. You write amazingly well. And I can identify so much. Thanks for sharing. And for your support. <3

  2. Hazel. You need help, coz this ain't right. Ana is not a person, it is a figament of your mind that impairs your visual outlook your on body. You've been like this for years, I thought you were getting better and moved on from this. for Leyla's sake. But cleary not give her 2 more years before she starts sicking down the toilet if she already hasn't now. Well done on your journey to come a skeleton. Well Eventually you'll be 6 feet under. and 4 stone and dead. So maybe your sister might be saved from this horrible mental diseased., Unless by some miracle you see that your lifestyle is not healthy and you get a reality check. Coz this ain't living.


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