Enough is enough, you'll hear me say,
I'm stopping forever, I'm stopping today.
No more cuts, no more burns, I'll eat more food,
And then I promise that I will be good.
But then a voice appears in the back of my head,
And says things to me that make me want to be dead.
It tells me I'm worthless, fat, insecure
It tells me these lies, and makes me sure,
That they don't really like me,
I annoy them like a bee.
It tells me I should die,
But I'll never never fly.
So enough is enough, you'll hear me say,
I'm stopping forever, I'm stopping today.
I'm not stopping cutting, or burning, or death,
Instead I'll take it that one final breath.
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The song of the unfortunates
PoetryA collection of poems about lots of different matters.