Fat and ugly
No one will ever love you
Lose a few (hundred) pounds
They say, but I am twig thin
No lunch or breakfast and rarely any dinner
My stomach has become so small
As I push two fingers down my throat
Everyday I torture myself
And everyday, I pay the price
Hey fatass!
Go kill yourself
But why? I'm all but skin and bones
There is no meat on me
My hands can feel my stomach
As I try to count my ribs
1 rib, 2 rib, 3 rib, 4
How many more
5 rib, 6 rib, 7 rib, 8 rib more
9 rib, 10 rib, 11 rib 12
Maybe I'm not even here anymore
1 cut, 2 cut, 3 cut, 4
Why am I still breathing anymore
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Poems!
PoetrySo this is a book of poems that I have written - my old account was XxLovePoetryxX so this is me still. But again a lot of these are from when I was younger (at least the first few) some of them are also from now a days. Warning updates will be a b...
