I don't know why I try so god damn hard to be perfect . One day I wake up loving myself and the next I hate myself and want to die. I'm so fucking done with social media and all the negatives I receive . I'm so fucking stupid to believe this shit goes away with a simple deletion of an app. But I wake up and reality hits me. It hits me really fucking hard to tell me my life is shit. They say everything happens for a reason. But riddle me this ... if everything happens for a reason why am I verbally and physically abused. Why do people treat me like I don't mean shit to anyone. They say god made everyone different for others to learn to love equally, but this isn't happening . I'm viewed as the fat cow who has no friends or pretend my life is hell. Well to those skinny bitched I'd like them to live a day in my shoes and feel how I feel. I'm so tired of trying to be perfect I really am. I can't do it anymore . I'm done loving myself because it's all a lie . I don't love a damn thing about myself. I can't take it anymore. The few that care ... god I don't know what you see in me. How can you stand to stay by my side . Something I will never understand. I'm better off alone
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Life's a shipwreck ( book of poems)
PoetryEmotions are only what we do not show while we where masks. I try to understand how people view me with and without the mask but do they love me or the mask I put on everyday?
