When I look in the mirror,
I don't like what I see.I get self-conscious and depressed,
Wishing I would loose more weight.I stopped eating,
hoping to be prettier.I started purging,
trying to make myself skinnier.The face that looks back at me,
isn't what I want to see.So I stop eating,
not caring about the pains.I just want to be prettier and skinnier.
But self-conscious is what I'll always be.
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Depression, Cutting, And Suicide Poems.
PuisiPoems about depression, cutting, and suicide. I wrote almost all of these. Give me some feedback please.