[Broken heart]
She waited as his footsteps slowly faded, the only sound her laboured breathing, as she sat shivering in her wreck of a car, her knees pulled close to her chest. She gently traced a love heart in the fog her breath had left behind, slowly moving her finger over the broken glass. It was perfect. A jagged crack ran down the middle, splitting it in two. With a trembling hand she reached out again, running her fingers over it several times. A broken heart in all its beauty. Blood trickled down as the cracks slowly spread outwards from the centre, the pieces all falling instantaneously with a loud crash, or at least it appeared that way.
The car represented her life, the heart in the fog how she felt inside... she took a deep breath, and closing her eyes, curled up amongst the broken glass. It was over; he wasn’t coming back.
[Ray of Hope]
She opened her eyes slowly, taking in the scene around her. She hadn’t planned on this; waking up again, the evidence of what had happened surrounding her. She wasn’t sure why but for some reason, even with the blood and shattered glass plainly there for her to see, not allowing her to forget what had transpired, the light reflecting off the glass took away from her broken shell of a life... Maybe time, time that she had wished would cease, had started healing that shell ever so slightly, creating a ray of hope, minimal but in existence nonetheless.
[New Wounds]
Gently, she moved, her expression a grimace of pain as she attempted to uncurl herself. Shards of glass pierced her skin as she worked ever so carefully to reach a sitting position. No matter how tenderly she moved, she could feel stabbing pains all over her body, new wounds forming and the barely healed ones reopening, somehow deeper than before.
Sitting up was hard enough. No, she didn’t even want to think about the task of extracting herself from this mess just yet.
[Always There]
As she hugged herself, shaking with cold, a few rays of light escaped through the dull, grey clouds to reach out to her, and warmth began to spread through her. She looked up at the sky, tears dripping down her face to mingle with dried dirt and blood. Even with tears blurring her vision, the faint golden rays amongst the miserable clouds could not be missed.
Hope is always there. Sometimes you just have to search harder.
Also... I know you will never read this, but to the person who wrote this letter to me when I was really screwed up with the bulimia thing... I miss you a lot and I wish we could be friends again, kinda... :S You were always there for me throughout everything back then...
Read this
Bulimia is overly homosexual, and it hurts me muchly. It’s a fact that 5-10percent of girls and women do it, so you’re not the only one. However it’s still rather strange and queer. I really want you to stop and I’ll help you no matter what. Anyway i can. Many girls don’t like the way they are, but I don’t see why you don’t like what you see in the mirror, Cos your pretty damn cool and if somebody says otherwise, tell me and they will be hurted ? I rate you highly in my friendshipness, your pretty damn awesome and i love you. Remember what I said on the ferry thing back from KI? It’s true, I’m there for you homie. ? Pull through or Ill have to bash you up xD Also this stuff your throwing out of your mouth tastes yucky, ruins your white pretty little teeth and gives you bad breath. It can also kill or damage you if you do it too much, stomach acids like living in the stomach, thats why they are called stomach acids, not acids of wherever you vomit. Yucky.
Also, did you know Each day Americans spend an average of $109 million on dieting and diet related products. Each day man, thats like $39785 million a year. You’re probably like, yeah talking shit and making numbers again but its actual true. Research girl ? Also, 50% of girls 8-10 are unhappy with their size, thats pretty wack, their kids for fark sake. Go play with a Barbie. What your doing is silly because they think its the norm, when its not. Freakshow <33
Be smart
Listen to the wiseman. Peace
