You want to be pretty,
At what cost do you pay.
You want to be like those girls,
Those pretty girls,
Those pretty skinny girls,
those pretty dieing girls.
Sooner than later you skip a meal.
At what cost comes beauty?
Your empty stomach is no matter.
It's only once in a blue moon right?
Wrong.
It's how the beast brings you.
Soon every day,
One meal,
Breakfast,
Another meal,
Lunch.
Tell the only thing you feel is tears.
Driping.
You know it's wrong.
So why.
Why be like those pretty girls.
Pretty skinny girls.
Pretty dieing girls,
Pretty dead girls.
Shhh,
Don't cry.
What cost is being beautiful?
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Human
Non-FictionThings I've wrote about my life. I hope it helps you get through things. It's funny when you don't care anymore to hide your demons. So what I'm broken. I'm not beyond repair. So I'll stick around here and try to make things better. And never go ge...
