She hates herself. With every minute she spends awake at night. with every second she ponders about getting out of bed. with every tear. every thought. and everyones opinions. She gives up, shes done. She often wonders how much more she cant take.
She cuts her stomach to ease the pain of everyone around her and the sorrow she carries on her shoulders. She hates herself. for everything she is. for everything she isnt. for everyone else. she hates herself.
One cut......two cut.....three cut......when will this end! She hates what she does. she hates herself.
She wants love and acceptance. She puts her makeup on and does her hair. She puts on her most loved outfit and jewelry trying to play a part....but she never truly fits in. Maybe if she were skinnier and just a little prettier all of her problems would cease. But she will never be who she imagines in her fantasies. She faces the facts. No one will ever love her and accept her...so she hates herself.
She cuts her stomach to ease the pain of everyone around her and the sorrow she carries on her shoulders. She hates herself. for everything she is. for everything she isnt. for everyone else. she hates herself.
One cut......two cut.....three cut......when will this end! She hates what she does. she hates herself.
She wants love and acceptance. She puts her makeup on and does her hair. She puts on her most loved outfit and jewelry trying to play a part....but she never truly fits in. Maybe if she were skinnier and just a little prettier all of her problems would cease. But she will never be who she imagines in her fantasies. She faces the facts. No one will ever love her and accept her...so she hates herself.
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