ALONE.

Always, for one reason or another.

I used to be alone .

So there is no trust in my relationships, friendship, family and love.

Because i will , will go and hurt.

  I think so.

My health worsened enough in these last two weeks.

What is it?

They are only the ravages of 10 years with an eating disorder.

We can not do anything, right?

My filthy body and I have reached the limit.

My mouth departed from the sides, I can not open it bleeds every time I try to.

My sore eyes, my eyelids red.

My teeth, my teeth are gone.

To whom I can say  this happening?

I am the culpalbe all, I have no right to complain.

I can NOT return well.

I will not.

I'm tired, so fucking tired.

I've reached my limit, I can not anymore.
The headache is unbearable, I can not sleep.

Analgesics!
Analgesics!
Analgesics, all the time ...

Three, six, nine, twelve pills a day!

I'm tired.

I do not want to return.

My youth escapes, I have no desire to catch.

Not anymore.

Counting and counting ... Pressure absorbs me.

EVERYTHING IS GOING TO SHIT!