I don't believe it when people say
I'm beautiful.I don't believe it when people say I'm perfect.
I don't believe it when people say I'm skinny.
I believe it when they say I'm fat.
I believe it when they say that I'm selfish.
I believe it when they say I'm ugly.
Because I hear it everyday.
Every minute, every hour; it never stops.
Because you can't stop yourself.
You can never have silence or whole happiness, only distractions.
And when the distractions leave you're left in the deafening silence, where the truth speaks and rings clear in your mind.
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Sad poems by a sad girl
PoesíaThese are all poems and small short stories written by me. The quality gets better towards the end:) ( all images are not mine and I got them off google) ........................................................................ The deep sadness that...