oh my, what pretty blue eyes.
too bad they conflict with the circumference of your thighs.
you look in the mirror, and unleash a hollow scream.
the monsters on your hips hang squished and bulky.
they torture you endless, the flies in your belly.
no butter, no sweets, your stomach is jelly.
they tell you you're fine, that size doesn't matter.
but between death and life, you'd choose the latter.
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don't even try to say you aren't crying
i know that inside it feels like you're dying
your vision is red, and the words are all blurred
the doctors were right, you're mentally disturbed
YOU ARE READING
eyelids
Poetry*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･* this is for when you're up late at night wondering "where did it go wrong?" *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
