I swore it was the end.
The end of all things happy.
I felt my life sink to the bottom.
The bottom of all things here.
Then the empitiness.
The one I knew all to clear.
Started to sink in and led me here.
To the kitchen home all alone.
Grab the knife or the razor.
Which one shall I embrace?
I pretty sure the knife will do.
Just for this special ocassion.
I started thinking.
I thought of you.
I'd never love you.
Your not skinny enough.
To fat.
Whore, slut, stupid, loser.
Those words burned beneath my sccared skin.
I started to cry.
As one by one I slit.
Blood dripped down to the floor.
I sank to my knees.
Let the blood seep out.
Until theres nothing left.
Of my tiny sobbing frame.
Just like you said remeber?
You told me I was to fat.
How anorexic can I get for you?
I swore it was the end.
The end of al things happy.
I felt my life sink to the bottom.
The bottom of all things here.
Written By Me: Skylar
