Mind Suicide
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Off and on off and on off an on off and on
98 lbs.
I’m so close. I need to try harder. Stop eating. No one’s going to win but me.
Mom makes me a sandwich. I break it into little pieces slipping them in my pocket when she’s not looking. I feel disgusted with myself when the bread touches my tongue and slides down my throat.
I lost.
When she’s satisfied I retreat to my room. I cry and I try to throw it up. I can’t. I didn’t win. Someone else won.
fat gross disgusting. I cry and try to fall asleep. I feel the sandwich in my stomach. It cries for more.
98 lbs.
I’m so close. I need to try harder. Stop eating. No one’s going to win but me.
Mom makes me a sandwich. I break it into little pieces slipping them in my pocket when she’s not looking. I feel disgusted with myself when the bread touches my tongue and slides down my throat.
I lost.
When she’s satisfied I retreat to my room. I cry and I try to throw it up. I can’t. I didn’t win. Someone else won.
fat gross disgusting. I cry and try to fall asleep. I feel the sandwich in my stomach. It cries for more.