" haven't you done enough?
haven't you starved me enough?
haven't you dented me. molded me. uprooted me just enough?
what else do you want from a flesh beaten so much?
doesn't my scars give you enough happiness?
doesn't the lack of skin on my see through bones give you laughter?
doesn't my pale white skin with ruptured gaps give you a reason to smile?
why did you even decorate me with stardust at the age of eight when you just wanted me to become a handful of sand at eighteen?
why did you make me dream to become the garden of lilies and daisies when you just wanted seed weeds with lifeless feelings?
why did you trace my skin with such a fragile touch when at last you were going to split it open with a metallic paintbrush?
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didn't you fear the almighty when you sinned to destroy such a heavenly body?
didn't you think how would your clouded mind would bear to carry the guilt when you realize i could no longer be fixed?
did you ever even think to step back from the knife you wanted to plug into me so hard till i bleed everything you never wanted to see?
did you? even for a minute? why didn't you?
don't you feel sorry?
sorry for plunging out every bit of food you fed me because you didn't think i deserved it.
sorry for humiliating me by whispering taunts and curses every time i felt pretty .
sorry for being so young and innocent and naive and tainted. trying to fit me into a definition that never existed?
perfection? isn't what you always wanted?
how could you mend me into something so deluded? something that changed every time when you accepted that you finally made it.
and yet you break me and then make me everyday.
why do you do it?"
wept my body as the red tears fell to floor from the eyes i gifted it to feel satisfied.
