She puts up the façade of a wonderful girl.
Everyone sees her delighted face.
But no one sees the pain she's facing.
"Too fat," she thinks as she steps out of the shower.
"Imperfect body," she says as she slits her wrists.
"Goodbye," she says as she jumps off of a bridge.
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Poetry for the Pained
PoëzieThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
