Taste and Tears

by maddiehatters

July 13, 2013

The taste of vomit in my mouth, tear stains on my eyes.

Just hoping one day my life will change and my soul will rise.

My fight is to be skinny, perfect, and pure,

But nothing that I've ever done has ever made that sure.

Blood flows lovely, like red cream, and all I need to do is scream.

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EJ SmithNov 28, 2016

I don't know who you are, but I want you to know that you are neither forgotten, nor abandoned.  There is One who will always love you, always want you, and always be there.I love your peotry; you have a genuine gift.  Don't give up.I can sense your struggle and I can relate.Take my advice, and keep writing about how you feel.  Don't let anyone scare you away from expressing your true, honest feelings.Thanks you for sharing.