we idolize the pretty
we adore the skinny
we worship those with a pretty smile
and those walking down a runaway aisle
we feel the need to be them
we starve till we're thin
we cry till the pain fills our chest
and lay in our bed, our comfortable little nest
we refuse to eat
and try to act neat
but we aren't good enough
we just throw it up,
cake chocolate
will make me faint
vanilla cookies
won't make you pretty
but we just want to be perfect
it will be worth it
even if i die trying
its better then staying up all night crying
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Black Eyes And Teenage Suicides
Poetrywhen a boy becomes something more to you than just a boy, things can get messed with your mind. here are my poems of life, mistakes, and a special boy that has helped me to write them all. and maybe a few being lifes way of saying fuck you.
