by Erin
Written September 13, 2006

Sometimes I fear my heart will stop beating.
I will be walking or talking and it will just stop.

I never take care of myself.
If you don’t cook for me I’ll forget to eat.
Anorexia nervosa.
Some consider suicide, but I’ve considered…

Will you cry for me?
Are you worried?

I don’t want to hurt you.
I only want to feel special,
even if it’s for a sad reason.
I want you to care.
Get on your knees.

And cry for me.

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