My Imperfection is an infection spreading though out my body my scars wrapping my thighs squeezing the very soul out of my eyes Creating a river of tears I paint on my pillowcase I face the fact that I'm lonely
My stretch marks can only stretch so far before my heart begins to tare it is rare that I would stare at my "beauty" but the never ending cycle of my waist continues to grow the pain will flow though veins twisting knots in my empty stomach for days I go without eating
My bones begin to break
With every smile I fake
I take a step closer in the darkness
