I hate the way my hair looks
I love the way her hair looks
Ugly brown clumps and snarls
messy chocolate brown
I hate the pimples on my face
They block out everything
her face is so smooth
barely a freckle
My rolls of fat stick out
Fleshy, hideous
she's perfect
beautiful
I wish I looked like the other girls
i wish the other girls looked like her
Everyday, I only get worse
everyday she only gets prettier
Why am I even here?
I want to die
I will never be good enough
im so glad shes here
she lights up my world
but i will never be good enough
Everyone hates me
everyone hates me
But I don't care
Not much
but i dont care
as long as she knows im here
I just wish
Someone would notice me
i wish she
would notice me
I feel lost
Numb
Broken
Something's wrong with me
she always looks so sad tho
is she okay?
Nobody notices my pain
I should just die
maybe i should talk to her
let her know im here
but no
i dont want to make
a fool of myself
and anyway
shes probably fine
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
