everything before was fine.
people could say
"i hate you!"
and i wouldn't mind.
people called me a Chinese Goth
and i took all of the hurt
but now they'll say the smallest things
and i feel i have no worth."the way you eat isn't good."
"you're being such a pick me."
"you really should get some help."
"are you ever happy?"cutting
and crying
always running away
starving
and screaming
when i don't get my way."pick me girl"
"selfish"
"ugly"
"fat"
"dumb"
"annoying"
"stupid ass laugh.little comments
little words
small remarks
that really hurtit wasn't like that
last year at the start
now one comment
tears me
apart.
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the ruin of my soul~ third collection of poetry
Poesiathe third edition. a different approach a new found story poems from my heart words from my soul.