Untold Stories of the Dead

My Best Friend.

Hi.

I'd like to introduce you to my best friend.

I'm kinda jealous of her. Because she's perfect.

But she's amazing right to the end.

She's beautiful.

Her skin smooth, and porcelain.

Her life perfect.

My pain crippling.

I first met her when I was in a bad place.

I hated my whole body, I hated my face.

I was so overweight then.

I had weighed a ton!

I was crying alone in the bathroom when I first met her.

I mean she apparently knew all of my insecurities, and said she could open a door.

Only a crack. And that she could help me lose my weight.

It would be a process, a long lasting one, but it'd be worth the pain.

She is so amazing and supportive of me.

She doesn't care about my insecurities.

She's been helping me with my overeating,

And catches all the tears that were streaming.

She takes all of my problems into her,

And she just flushes them away.

My weight, and my problems gone.

While my stomach sings a song...

Of hunger.

She brought me up out of the hole I was in.

I mean she did put me into a second one, but ya know....it was better than the other.

She listens and gives me tips on what I should eat.

And then lists the goals I need to beat.

Wait.....

Completely starve yourself until you can't take it.

Than eat as much as you can. Eat every last bit.

And then some.

That's how to pass the initiation into the kingdom.

Then rid all of it.

Into her.

And she will take it all.

And that day will be conquered.

That day will be over.

Sure...Somedays she yells at me telling me all I've done wrong.

But it's okay, because the weight is going down,

The calories no longer there, The fat. Gone.

I strive to be the person she tells me to be.

The person that's beautiful, and perfect and skinny.

I want it to be, but it will never be over....

But she lets me empty all whats inside, into her.

My best friend, is amazing.

She holds all of my problems at the bottom of her.

She's always in the same place, there for me when I've eaten too much, and the problems occur.

But...I kind of want it to be over, even if I don't want her to be over....

Because my stomach hurts, and my throat is sore.

When I eat. I must make the food gone. No more.

I know I must be such a bore.

But I'm going to be in perfect persons' galore.

My best friend.

She's perfect.

Her skin smooth, and porcelain.

Her with me to the end.

My best friend,

Hard and strong,

But made of glass.

You'd think she's made of brass.

She tells me to stop eating at all.

And envelops anything that I have eaten that day,

And flushes it away.

I feel like I'm living in hell.

I want to leave but I realize that she's my only friend.

And even though she's in control it's better than bringing my life to an end.

Even though she brings me back to my worst memories,

With bullies and ugly and calories. A mirror. My nightmare.

I really shouldn't call her a her.

She's not even a person.

This is the secret.

My best friend.

A Toilet.