My Only Salvation
I felt it leave me
The need to be pretty
Now love has gone
Just stick to self destruction
Trying to look as ill as possible
The coat I always pull on
When life is beyond
My control
Beyond my ability to steer
Panda eyes a ritual
No point in firing the eyes
If you are not here
Which self destruction button
Is the best to press
Bulmia, or starvation
Either way
The black dog now
Seems to be my only salvation..
Copyright © Jo Hayton | Year Posted 2009
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