I'm sick and tierd of pretending I'm okay.
To have to fake a smile and say I'm okay.
I lie to everyone then have to lie again by saying I wasen't.
Why can't I just be
Pretty,
Skinny,
And beautiful.
And not the worthless and fat human being I am.
I am a disgrace to this species
I'll never be like any of the girls who give to fucks about there makeup
or hair or can keep a great relationship,
I'm the girl that fucks up everything. Who can't hold on to a relationship
Who can't keep away from the silver
Pencil sharpener long enough for the bleeding to stop.
I want to go...
I need to go...
I have to go...
Goodbye...
BINABASA MO ANG
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
