Dear Esther,
Why am I writing these useless letters to you,
When you're already long gone?
You'd never be able to read them,
Even if you wanted to
Why am I so pathetically grotesque,
While everyone else is so beautiful,
Just like the petals of a rose?
Why am I so disgustingly overweight,
When everyone else in this world,
Is so slim?
Why must I diet,
To be thin,
While others just are?
Oh, these numerous foolish questions,
Are asked over and over again
Yet I've never gotten the answers,
Chasing the wind,
Like a fool,
And they're just repeatedly running through my head...
Quinn
YOU ARE READING
shards of the heart
Poetry❝the scars that screamed of revolutions inside her head and the shards that made up her heart were things that no one saw.❞ suffering from a terrifying eating disorder and from a shattered home, quinn's greatest tormentor is imperfection. her world...
