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ʜᴇʟᴘ.

TW: negative body image

And so it resumes.

The long hours that force me into a variety of thoughts:

Am I slim enough?

Am I attractive enough?

Am I tall enough?

Am I appealing enough?

Will she, he, they, like me?

Am I even here? Alive? Breathing? Conscious?

Am I willing to risk it all? For her? For him? For them? For me?

Will I continue swimming in the ocean of misery, or will I finally succumb into the thoughts that are forcing me to become someone, something, that I am not?

Are those thoughts, that structure, that shore, even stable enough to lift me?

If not, does that mean my mind is too weak?
Is my body too weak, too big, or just undeserving?

Help me, help me, help me, I beg.

I'm desperate, reaching out to you with my arms outstretched.
Help me, I can't swim, but yet I can't seem to lift my own weight on the shore either; help me.
Help.
Help.
..Help?

(been a while but you know<3 just decided to be a little expressive today, I know it's not very poetic, haha..)