It's hard,
To have to live with myself,
Knowing that I've destroyed,
My own happiness.
That no matter,
How many meals I skip,
I'll never be whole,
I'll never be skinny.
No matter,
How much I try to cover my face,
With harsh chemicals,
I'll never be pretty.
No matter,
How much medication I take,
I'll never be happy,
And I'll never be healthy.
No matter,
How much I study,
I'll never be clever,
I'll never be perfect.
My demons aren't my friends,
They are me,
Holding me captive in my own mind,
Screams plastered behind a smile.
I'm like a jigsaw,
With missing pieces,
Useless and castaway,
A problem that can't be fixed.
Talking will help?
Sure it will,
I'll just become another number,
On another chart.
Another girl,
Without a family,
Homesick for a home,
That I never had.
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Swallows- A Poetry Collection
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