To the bone

@thewastefulyouth

TRIGGER WARNING*** My deepest thoughts. my depression blog. I've struggled with being Anorexic/bulimic since 10. was in recovery for a year but relapsed again August 2017. height 5'2, cw: 97 lb; gw: 90 lbs maybe 85. Recovering addict from every drug under the sun. I am 21 and won't see 30. ♈Aries. Currently living in MN but my heart is in OR. dm me with questions if you'd like😊

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thewastefulyouth

-The Sun And Her Flowers By Rupi Kaur

I spend days in bed debilitated by loss I attempt to cry you back but the water is done and still you have not returned. I pinch my belly till it bleeds, have lost count of the days, sun becomes moon and moon becomes sun and I become ghost. A dozen different thoughts tear through me each second. You must be on your way, perhaps it’s best if you’re not. I am okay no I am angry yes I hate you. Maybe I can’t move on, I will forgive you. I want to rip my hair out over and over and over again till my mind exhausts itself into a silence. Yesterday the rain tried to imitate my hands by running down your body. I ripped the sky apart for allowing it. In order to fall asleep I have to imagine your body crooked behind mine, spoon ladled into spoon, till I can hear your breath. I have to recite your name till you answer and we have a conversation only then can my mind drift off to sleep. It isn’t what we left behind that breaks me, it’s what we could’ve built had we stayed.

05/23/2018 The ramifications of this disease overwhelm my whole being. I feel my bones slowly pulverize with each passing day this disease engulfs me. It won't cease until it's satisfied; when the scale reads 0.

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-The Sun And Her Flowers By Rupi Kaur

I spend days in bed debilitated by loss I attempt to cry you back but the water is done and still you have not returned. I pinch my belly till it bleeds, have lost count of the days, sun becomes moon and moon becomes sun and I become ghost. A dozen different thoughts tear through me each second. You must be on your way, perhaps it’s best if you’re not. I am okay no I am angry yes I hate you. Maybe I can’t move on, I will forgive you. I want to rip my hair out over and over and over again till my mind exhausts itself into a silence. Yesterday the rain tried to imitate my hands by running down your body. I ripped the sky apart for allowing it. In order to fall asleep I have to imagine your body crooked behind mine, spoon ladled into spoon, till I can hear your breath. I have to recite your name till you answer and we have a conversation only then can my mind drift off to sleep. It isn’t what we left behind that breaks me, it’s what we could’ve built had we stayed.