It's 2 am,
and the tears keep falling.
My heart keeps breaking.
Everyone's still sleeping,
while I'm here crying.
I starve myself but it's never enough.
I try my best but it's never enough.
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I've never been
skinny enough, pretty enough,
smart enough, you name it.
It's just one of the many side effects that come with the disease of being
Me.
YOU ARE READING
Delicate Meanings
PoetryEverything written by yours truly. - I'm just going through some shit trying to get through it all alive. "Nobody's perfect" but they always expect you to be.
