I wake up every morning plagued by the one thought that never goes away. "I wish I was dead." of course I ignore it and coax myself into the bathroom.
I'm revolting. My eyes are to wide, slightly off center. But my nose doesn't fall far behind. My chin is too narrow, while my face is too curved. My eyebrows too bushy and arched in all the wrong places.
I'm revolting.
I try to hide the ugly, with foundation and eyeliner. Contour so they know I have dimension. Keep with the dark shadows, black makes you look thinner. Dark lips hide the yellow of your teeth, don't forget the eyebrows.
I try to hide the ugly. But the ugly's still there.
It's fine, I'll just try again tomorrow. What should I wear? Maybe a bright color so I blend in? No. It never feels right. Never fits right. Stay with black, layer and add more to hide what you actually look like. Hide your stomach it's to obvious, cover you wrists. No, this isn't right.
It's fine, I'll just try again tomorrow.
Lie and smile. Yes I'm fine, no just tired. I know my hair's a mess. Thank you I'm aware of how sick I look. Its okay, don't worry about me. Lie and smile.
Make it through the day and sleep only for an hour or two. Then wake up and be plagued by the one thought that never goes away. "I wish I was dead"
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No Longer A Victim
Thơ caFor a long time I was a victim of abuse from family and friends. And in some ways I still am, but I refuse to dwell on the past and instead look forward to the future. This is a collection of poems or short ramblings that I wrote in my time of darkn...
