Reaching for the phone, I can’t fight it anymore.
Another shot, can’t stop looking at the door. Wishing you’d come sweeping in the way you did before.
I wonder if I ever cross your mind, for me, it happens all the time.
Because I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all.
The worst part is
when I
open my eyes and find
clouds hiding the sun
from me;
I can’t seem to move,
reach,
think,
and I am held captive by the
grey masses that steal my
breath.
I can’t control myself.
The lights go out and I’m out, I’m down.
I hate the way some people think it’s some kind of a diet. I think this should be everywhere, sometimes it just looks far too glamorous.
(Source: ravenous-hunger, via anorexic-soul)