Thursday, January 6th, 2011Mature

I can’t move.  I can’t move.  I can’t think.  I’m stuck.  I have to get on with my life, but I can’t move.  I’m wasting it; wasting the one life God gave me.  I want to give up before He can give up on me.  And that is the move awful, awful attitude, because God doesn’t give up on people, He finishes the work He starts.

            God, I’m sorry.  I’m so, so sorry.

            I HATE FOOD!!!  I HATE FOOD!!!  I HATE FOOD!!!!!

 

I’ve come to a sudden halt

right when my life is supposed to begin

I can’t get hold of the hope in the wind

Trouble is, it’s all my fault

and I don’t want to get up again

All I really want is to be THIN

The End

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