i am so plain,
the starlight shimmer in my eyes
has been dulled down to a flicker
of a glow,
the ghost of the girl that used
to eat.
now i spend my days confined in
this room, walls bloody red,
containers of vomit hidden beneath
my bed, tucked between teddy bears.
i dread nighttime the most, especially
in summer, where time is just a word
and i stand before the mirror,
who mocks me
and chuckles at my dismay.
cracks
in the concrete are like
bits of symbolism.
even the strongest of strong
are capable of breaking.
and right now,
i am over the edge.
Author notes
poem #8
A contest entry
- your most very personal poetry♥ by innocence jaded.xx.
475 points, ended September 7, 2008, 64 entries
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Wow, sounds like a breakdown has come or is coming. Reading this makes me feel both tense and depressed. I actually felt my chest clench while i was reading. And you are so right, even the strongest of strong are capable of breaking. Sometimes when I feel morbid I wonder where my snapping point is and what it would be like on the other side of that.
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WOW. This is absolutely just breathtakingly powerful. I love how you put this piece together in such a captivating way.
-i dread nighttime the most, especially
in summer, where time is just a word
and i stand before the mirror,
who mocks me
and chuckles at my dismay.
cracks
in the concrete are like
bits of symbolism.
even the strongest of strong
are capable of breaking.
..
Amazingly penned! I loved it. Thanks for entering & good luck with everything. 
♥
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