They'll check your wrists
But not your thighs
They'll hear your laughs
But never your cries
Smile, laugh loud, make jokes and lies
And they won't see the despair in your eyes
Just keep calm and starve yourself
You need to be pretty
Forget about your health
Go look in the mirror on the wall
We need to look skinny, thin and tall
Another cut upon your thigh
One step closer to goodbye
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
