Just Listen - Sarah Dessen by TippexStings, literature
Literature
Just Listen - Sarah Dessen
As i walked up the stairs, i could hear the shower running, i went towards the bathroom, thinking.
Whitney had been acting weird ever since she got home, so anything was possible.
I finally reached the half - open door, pushing it open.
Immediately it hit against something, then swung back at me. I eased it open again, the steam now thick in my face, already condensing on my skin. I couldn't see anything, and all i could her was water, so i reached blindly to my right, my hand movin gover the wall until i found the switch.
Whitney was lying on the floor, at my feet. It was her shoulder the door had hit when i first tried to open it. She w
It's days like these I need your hugs,
your smile your warmth your love.
But on days like these you're angry,
I'm alone, neglected, because of you.
It's days like tomorrow that I'll still need you.
But you won't be there, I'm certain.
In times of need all i want is you,
Come to me my love.
Day by day the pain will grow
But at night it's euphoric; my macabre persistence
As the knife plunges, relief comes seeping in
Please let me wash away my hateful existence
The anger, the hatred that you bring to the surface
It is my entire fault, you would state
So all I can do is blame it on myself
You are wholeheartedly destroying my life.
Any thing more that I could do to save me from myself
Believe me I would try, but care no longer,
The only thing that comes between me and death
Is that little joy your beatings treat me inside.
And now tonight I commit sweet suicide
It is beyond your devotion, your everlasting smile,
I am h
Her knees slap cold to the bathroom floor,
She's inclined over the toilet seat
Purging her hands down her throat
Ana asks; "Can you stand the heat?"
Not a crumb shall pass her lips
No more calories to burn
Ana, Soon she'll be unable to move, but
Thin is all she yearns.
"How can I succeed in life if I bulge with putrid fat?
Thin is all that anyone wants… But Ana, I could shine!
Who wants to see the short, fat white girl weighing in at 85 pounds?
When I could be beautiful, Ana, the runway would be mine."
After four months of this never ending pain,
She's lying in a hospital bed.
Ana, this is ALL your fault,
She should not be DEA
As the night slowly fades away, the twilight city looks a view of perfection. But in the depths of this place there is more than meets the eye. The horrific truth that lies beneath is known only by the survivors.
Do you ever get the feeling that you're the only one in the universe? Alone and unaware of your existence?
Just waiting for time to pass by
and scared of what might happen in the future.
Walking up and down the empty streets,
waiting for someone to hold your hand.
Or just to have someone's shoulder to cry on
helplessly praying that everything will be alright.
The seconds move slower
as time stops
waiting for the nightmare to end
just as you think everything is fine
something happens that changes your life forever.
You feel that it's hopeless
that your life is over and nothing will change.
Just hold on to that last breath
beca
I went to school on a normal day, but I saw something new.
A girl with glasses and greasy hair, with books I saw a few.
She looked afraid and very nervous as other girls approached,
They pushed her back against the wall and took away her coat.
They tossed it on the ground, and stepped on it with ease,
She turned to them with worried eyes, and said Please dont hurt me please?
All they did was laugh and smirk, and shove her to the ground.
They held a knife up to her throat, and then my heart started to pound.
NO! I screamed out loud and hard, running to her side.
The others, they all ran away, and t
Her knees slap cold to the bathroom floor,
She's inclined over the toilet seat
Purging her hands down her throat
Ana asks; "Can you stand the heat?"
Not a crumb shall pass her lips
No more calories to burn
Ana, Soon she'll be unable to move, but
Thin is all she yearns.
"How can I succeed in life if I bulge with putrid fat?
Thin is all that anyone wants… But Ana, I could shine!
Who wants to see the short, fat white girl weighing in at 85 pounds?
When I could be beautiful, Ana, the runway would be mine."
After four months of this never ending pain,
She's lying in a hospital bed.
Ana, this is ALL your fault,
She should not be DEA
Day by day the pain will grow
But at night it's euphoric; my macabre persistence
As the knife plunges, relief comes seeping in
Please let me wash away my hateful existence
The anger, the hatred that you bring to the surface
It is my entire fault, you would state
So all I can do is blame it on myself
You are wholeheartedly destroying my life.
Any thing more that I could do to save me from myself
Believe me I would try, but care no longer,
The only thing that comes between me and death
Is that little joy your beatings treat me inside.
And now tonight I commit sweet suicide
It is beyond your devotion, your everlasting smile,
I am h
It is noon-thirty, and you did not eat breakfast except for a cup of microwaved coffee that had too much creamer in it because your muscles ached from not turning in your sleep. It is cold in your bedroom, but colder still in the freezer that holds no hope of an acceptable lunch. You wander to the pantry, hoping against hope that there will be peanut butter, or—wait—tuna! A small can sits under a jar of mandarin oranges your mother bought months ago to make a cake that she hasn't thought about since. The tuna can's label is gold, and the blue mascot smiles out with pride for his product, Gourmet Select. You pick the can up, delighting in its
Cradling you,
Limp in my arms,
Bones, and yellow skin,
Poking in to me,
I beg of you,
Eat.
The sight of food,
You vomit up blood,
All over me.
I do not care,
I will not leave.
Your hairs falling out,
Stringy and weak,
I hold it in my fingers,
Shaking,
Crying with you.
I wont let you die,
You can do this no more,
I look in those eyes,
So gray, loss of life,
You bruise so easily,
As i carry you to bathe,
Its like carrying a dead baby,
And laying it in its grave,
But you are not yet dead,
Food you shall eat,
Once so beautiful,
Weight will not be your defeat.
Anorexia may own you,
Your mind your heart your soul,
But
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Today was total SHITE =D
Friends hate me.
Cried loads twice.
But what the hey, makes good poetry.
My Mood :-
About the whole "Suffering" thing, i chose that because of the image.
Being hurt outta spite.
Ask and i'll explain.. lol.