Softly Crying My Book of Poems

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Softly crying

Myself to sleep

Each and every

Night I eat

I feel better

If I go without eating

I need to starve

If I want hope

If I ever want to be beautiful

It's a lie

That it only matters

What's on the inside

Each night I sleep

I feel so obese

I get up

And l exersize my butt off

Will I ever be beautiful

I think with my head

Over the toilet

With a blade in my hand

I draw my blood

I'll leave you all in peace

I say while I'm softly crying

No-one cared about

All those tears

That constantly

Ran down my face

No-body knew

What I was going through

I was the girl

Who would work

To make sure everyone

Was happy

Before wording about myself

As I look back at all

Those memories

I'm wondering what

People thought of me

Was I a person they liked

Or the one they loathed

I think about this as I'm

Softly crying

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