Why don't people realize,
Don't they know it hurts?
Don't they understand that their words cut deeper than the knife I use daily?
Calling me names,
Telling me to "Go eat something,"
Trying to make me hate who I am,
Who God created me to be.
Although I may cry myself to sleep later,
Or cut until I bleed several ounces of blood,
I refuse to let you see me down.
I may be dying inside,
But outside I'm looking absolutely FEARLESS!
YOU ARE READING
Existing
PoetryExisting is just the ups and downs of my life inspired by songs and all the struggles I've been through. I hope you can relate and will overall enjoy! =)
