She looks into the mirror and see a girl.
A girl who's alone and in her own world
She stares back in fear at her body
That is covered with scars and dried tears
She moves sideways to see her belly that is fat and passed her knees
She drags herself to the bowl and Purges with no dignity
Crying over all the calories
She wants to be pretty and skinny
But no one can see what's truly beneath
Cause if the pry enough times they will puncture something in time
Showing the monster she's been hiding,
Run now while you still got a chance
For this may be her last dance.
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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
