The truth is:
I hate myself,
I hate how I look.
I hate my smile,
I hate my dull eyes.
I hate how my thighs are big,
And how my stomach is pudgy.
I hate how my hair is so curly,
I can't brush it every morning.
I hate my feet and I hate my hands.
I hate how when I'm nervous,
I bite my nails to the nub.
I hate every little detail, that makes me, ME.
The truth is:
I love you,
I love your smile,
Its so captivating, it makes me wonder.
I love your eyes,
So bright and mesmerizing.
I love your hair,
And how I can brush my hand right through it.
And I love how your nose scrunches up every time you laugh,
Because you hear something funny.
I love every last bit about you,
Even the annoying things,
Like how you have to make everything look perfect.
We're so different,
We don't even live in the same world.
We can never be together,
When you're looking for someone flawless.
The truth is:
I wish I can kill myself,
Because I can't take it.
The truth is:
I have no one,
And sometimes I seek attention.
The truth is:
No matter how many people say, they're my friends,
And tell me they love me,
I can't seem to understand how anyone can love the person I am.
The truth is:
People always leave,
No explanation whatsoever.
Now I wait for people to leave me,
Because nothing lasts forever.
The truth is:
I hate my 'friends'
And I hate my family.
I hate the lies they tell me everyday.
The truth is:
They always ignore me,
I talk so they can answer me.
They tell me to shut up,
And that's enough for me.
The truth is:
I'm already dead on the inside,
I'm just waiting for the world to catch up to me.
My 'friends' all think I'm happy,
My 'family' thinks there's nothing wrong,
And that I'll tell them everything.
The truth is:
Everything I speak is just a lie.
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Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry
Poetry*Trigger Warning* Suicide, cutting, depression, abuse, self harm, death etc. ~I didn't know happiness as well as I know sorrow ❤️ Stay strong ❤️
