Blood.
Secrecy bends a life for gloom
Setting up disaster for the weak and tired
My life has been bended poked and proded
Sample my blood, I doubt you'll find it
You want me to be just normal, when you yourself are nothing of the sort
You want me to be normal, healthy, alive
Truth be told I feel completely dead
From my ribs you so effortlessly try to fix
To my boney wrists you so wrongly accuse to be thin
So,
Truth be told their are reasons I don't,
Reasons you can't understand.
What? What's that,
They alerted you first, this wasn't your fault.
Oh but I believe it all lands on you
Falling crawling to get the truth
I'll die before I look at recovering
I'll die before I look like you.
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Hey, I'm not really sure
Hey, I'm not really sure what this is about, but I heard some phrases that made me think that you're angry at someone. ? ? ?........ If this has anything to do with the other conversations we've had about being thin, why do you feel "dead"?
~Drummergirl
"If they give you ruled paper, write the other way." (Juan Ramon Jimenez)
Doctors...
Get better from that goddamn flu shot, kay?
Doctors never help. This is proof.
Always there to undermine you.
I hate doctors.
*Civ*
Agreed yah it's just ....
Agreed yah it's just .... well I really and honestly can't explain over the internet.
kk
ill call u over break kk drummergirl?
sounds good. Sorry you
sounds good. Sorry you weren't there. I missed you!
~Drummergirl
"If they give you ruled paper, write the other way." (Juan Ramon Jimenez)
I emailed u btw.
I emailed u btw.