She doesn't need the reminders.
But they still tell her.
She's fat.
She's ugly.
She's alone.
She's an emo.
She's anorexic.
She's depressed.
She's not loved.
Whatever it is she doesn't need it.
She already knows what she is.
And she judges herself every second.
She's hurt herself more than anyone else could.
She's cried so much it's just a stare now.
She doesn't need the reminders.
YOU ARE READING
Is your joke still funny? (Book 1)
PoetryI love you and I'm missing you (All disclaimers in the bar above :))
