Tuesday, May 8, 2012

I keep trying, yet keep getting better at failing.


My life is falling apart.
Running away seems like the only plausible solution.
But I can't, I...can't. It's what I've been doing for the past five years.
I stopped eating again in a desperate attempt to re-assemble 
the puzzle of inner peace I had (and lost).

The parents won't notice. They never have;
they're too busy criticizing who I've become.
I don't blame them, yet sometimes wish they knew.
Maybe they'd treat me differently.

1 comment:

  1. I'm so sorry. they shouldn't treat you that way. find that person who makes you feel better, and then remember how you feel when you're around them rather than your parents.

    food isn't the only way to fix this.