Maybe if I was pretty,
People would actually want me.
They wouldn't mock me or hurt me.
They'd treat me like family.
Maybe if I was skinny,
People would actually want me.
No more "Tubby" or "Fat-ass".
Just accepted and happy.
Maybe if I cut some more,
This depression will pour out.
I'll finally be happy,
Without any doubt.
Or maybe, just maybe,
If I died then I'd finally be free.
In a place where no one judges,
And I can be me.
