Abundance of poems;

Its okay

I'm sick of being
fat and ugly.

I'm sick of you calling me
Names.

I'm so sick of forcing myself
To starve to death just so you
guys would smile.

Smile because I'm suffering. Suffering of my life.

I'm sick of eating alone at lunch
Because I don't have any friends
To eat with.

I'm damn Sick of my own appearance and sick of telling my parents
That schools fine even

Though Its not
Its fucking not. Its not.

God knows how much
Hurt I felt everyday

God knows how many times
I lock myself in my room
Then sob quietly
But as the time goes by,
I felt numb.

Everytime I cry,
No more tears fell down
From my eyes .

Perhaps I have no more tears to cry anymore.

And I felt numb of everything.
Numb of getting hurt;
Physically and emotionally.

Maybe, as the time goes by
Everything will going to
Be okay.

Everything will going to be okay.
Everything will going to be okay
I said as I closed my eyes and starts imagining The dream that I'll soon
Live at.

Perhaps its going to be okay.
Gonna be okay.