My A's are straight
As my blonde hair
Blue eyed girl
Perfect, perfect, perfect
The cuts must be straight, deep
Count my calories
I've always been good with numbers
Suck it in
Don't let them know
Your pain
Be the good girl
Everyone wants to see
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poems (trigger warning)
PoetryMy words. Just words. So much meaning. So much hurt A message of self harm, anorexia, bulimia
