Skin and Bones(Deep Anorexia Poems)

Non-Existence

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This poem consists of things that happened on 2/27/13. If you get confused about who i'm about to talk about, it's my so-called boyfriend. I hope you enjoy it. Comment, vote and give me your opinions about it. Thanks Bye :)

To me your dead

Forget the things you once read

I trusted you

With all my heart

You never loved me from the start

I guess I was only your tool

To make your ex jealous

What you said to me really hurt

I wish I was six feet under dirt

Those gifts meant nothing

I thought you'd actually care

But I was only playing this game of dare

Now I sit against the wall

Steady and ready to fall

Surrounded by papers

There's no point in saying a final prayer

My life has no meaning

With this gun in my hands

I'll end all the pain

And no longer cry in the rain

It's cold

My heart is gone and sold

My hands start to sweat

Against the cold hard metal of the gun

I will no longer run

My world has turned upside down

And I'm ready to drown

Putting my finger slowly on the trigger

I think about your actions and how you

Made my scars get bigger

Tears stream down my cheeks

Knowing I will no longer see another day

I don't want to stay

Slowly putting the gun to my head

The demons whisper that I'm better off dead

I will never regret this very moment

I'll be in a better place

And no longer be punched in the face

You ruined everything

Now I'm left with nothing

I pull the trigger

And slowly I slip away

I will no longer see another day

I begin to slip into happiness

Feeling only nothingness

Until mum walked in

And screamed

My happiness was gone

Taken from me

I lay in that hospital bed

Wishing I was forever dead

I know you won't visit

I guess I should've never been trusted you

You took me for granted

And I lost everything I had

From the outside

I'm alive

But the inside is forever dead and lost

I'm forever pale as a ghost

The scars will never fade

In this bed I lay

Cold and sad

The doctors say I've done something bad

The voices say I did the right thing

I only have them to believe

And one day I will successfully end it all

And slowly fall

I'll break apart

And never again have a broken heart

Yukki666

This poem I wrote in the hospital. Everything you are reading in this poem is true. The guns bullet didn't damage any part of my brain but yes fractured the left side of my skull. I'm going to be in lots of therapy to fix my left side of my body.

I hope you guys liked it. Please vote and comment what you think about it I'll really appreciate it.....kay bye:)