Perfect. By: Hannah Ostenberg

Puffed out cheeks, sunken eyes, raw throat, salty tears that run down my dry skin,
I am perfect.
Dry thin brittle hair, nails that are chipping away, Bruises litter my paper thin skin,
I am perfect.
Thigh gap of an inch and a half, Concaved stomach, hip bones sharp like glass, ribs so prominent that when my thin cold fingers run over them feeling every dip between, they could be strummed like a one of a kind vintage guitar making a sad melody,
I am perfect.
Heavy chest, Short breath, Numb limbs, Cold skin,To weak to get out of bed,
I am perfect.
Make up painted face, fake smiles, Daily lies, “I’m not hungry, I already ate, I’m ok, I‘m fine, I‘m just tired”  
I am perfect.
I am perfect,
I am prefect, Perfect at lying.
I am perfect.
I am perfect, Perfect at dying
I am perfect.
I am perfect, I am perfectly killing myself, but to the outside, to society, I’m just….
Perfect.
By: Hannah Ostenberg

I want to be like you
Deceptive, through and through.
Lying your way through this life,
Even your smile, is sly.

Your heart is decrepit
Nothing in there is true.
You've worn it out so,
Now its rarely put to use.
Teach me how to lie, like you.

"I love you."
That word has been said to me enough times in my life that I know when if its a lie.
It's rare that you hear those words from someone and you feel it to be true

You feel it.

You feel it like they just spat a lightening bolt at your face like some sort of godly fantasy beast

You feel like they took a running start and stuck you in the stomach with brass knuckles

You feel it like you just watched them load, **** back, put a shotgun to your chest and fill your heart full of their lead love

I haven't believed in those words for so long
Too many lying tongues

The last time, someone told me they loved me
And I believed it
She might as well have handed me a grenade

I broke down, then broke up
I gave in, then I gave out
My heart ached, then my heart moaned
My heart had a breakdown, then a build up

I had no clue what the **** was going on

I just know I had tears, and I looked and her sit and stare
And she looked at me
Run away.

Maddening the thought of dying but where already dead so whats the point of trying.

Lying,

lying to our-self telling ourselves it will get better in the end but all where doing is playing pretend.

Friends,

The friends we think we have the friends that run away when things start to get bad.

living life is Death & Madness thats why positivity is so hard to practice.

I know this will tear you down,
I know you won't be alright for a long time,
I know the sight of me will hurt you so.
But I am hurting next to you now,
But I am not happy lying to you,
But I am just dragging out the inevitable,
Can you just let me go.
Because soon ill have to end this if you don't.

I am lying next to you and gazing out of the window.. Occasionally I will also gaze into your eyes and feel your warmth and smell your smell.