i stare at you,
while you ask me to eat.
you're telling me,
i'm starving myself.i said to you,
i'm not hungry.
while the demons in my head
scream that i'm too fat.you're telling me i'm pretty,
that i'm beautiful.
but is it really true?
or are you just lying,
so i'd stop crying?i'm drowning in my insecurities,
my fears eating me alive,
the demons in my head are screaming at me.telling me that i'm pathetic,
that i'm ugly,
that i'm fat,
that i'm dumb.that nobody would care if i'm gone.
self hatred runs deep in my bones,
judge me, judge me all you want.
because no matter how hard i try
i'll never be good enough in your own goddamn eyes.
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Midnight Thoughts || EDITING
PoetryAt the strike of midnight, we wonder. - ⚠️ trigger warning for mentions of suicide and panic attacks. est. 2016 dreamershey