I can feel every pound of weight
That I carry on my frame
And each bite of guilt
That sits on my stomach
And with each bite I take
I create this weight inside of me
It lingers there
Please don't touch me there
I just don't feel beautiful
Enough for you today
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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...
