These high standards i refer to as 'self control'. are my own demise taking it's toll <br />the body will scream til you provide the proper food intake required to live <br />to all who want to be so quick to label things YOU must live in order to know <br />FUK YOU ALL <br />each day is horrid <br />trying to plan each and every potential hunger situation as a potential battle. It is never ending WAR <br />three bites of food. now I have to cut. <br />does anyone out there really understand me? now, I am evil, angry and I must bleed <br />for those three bites I have eaten, I must suffer and pay for the damage done <br />trying so very much to understand myself. <br />the outside world has many opinions of me. Not many if any nice ones. <br />so many are now full to the brim with rumors of self harm and ED's <br />so, no longer am I accused of drugs. I starve & I cut <br />I do not hate who I am. <br />just trying to find comfort. a place where I can be me. feel free <br />so many things could be said to justify what I do <br />alone I am. smile and nod. thats all I have left to do<br /><br />neo riddick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-control-6/
