dear the people in the mirror.
all i want is to be skinnier.
the body in the mirror changes each day.
all i can do is pray to have a normal body for just one day.
the scales say error
my wrist say terror
i need to scream and cry
but i can't and all i want to do is die.
dear the people controlling my body.
im cutting again please dont make this a hobby.
my body feels possessed.
all i'm doing is getting more depressed.
words swarm around my head.
my soul is now dead.
im in a shell of someone else's body.
it feels like people are trying to watch me.
dear people controlling me,
please let me be free.
i can't eat
without having to retreat.
i go to my room to cry,
please let me die.
as my skin has paled,
i know i've failed.
so dear the people in the mirror.
all i wanted was to be skinnier.
YOU ARE READING
short storys/ vent
Poetryjust a bunch of chapter/book endings (mostly sad) i hope you had a good time reading yhis bc my dyslexia didnt have such a good time writing.thank the lords for auto correct
