You're beautiful. Can't you see it?
Your flaws aren't there
You smile should be real.
You deserve it.
You are hideous. Can't you see it?
Your fat and ugly
You should kill yourself.
You deserve it.
You are amazing
And beautiful
and wonderful
and anyone who doesn't see that is an idiot
You're disgusting
And stupid
And a terrible friend
And anyone who doesn't see that is an idiot.
The battle wages on in my head
Lovely Gross Intelligent Weak
I need it to stop but it never goes away.
My head races and aches and the only way I can make it stop is to cut.
I grab the blade and I run it along my wrist. Over and over.
each time harsher and deeper.
Until it's too deep.
And everything starts to fade
The room is spinning
And everything is dark.
It's still. So still.
Is this death?
