How many pills shall I take?

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by qzyyx_

by qzyyx_

How many pills shall I take?
How much food shall I go without eating?
How much more makeup shall I put on my face?
Whilst my heart is beating?

Shall I sit here in such a state
Till my lungs stop breathing?
Yes, I am told, that I am to crave perfection
As long as I am still bleeding.

Repeating, repeating
My head is seething
Confused with foul words
that I am receiving.
"You need to be pretty!"
It's pretty demeaning.
For the word in itself has no meaning...

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Im not a writer as you can tell, but here's the first poem for you!