Words From a Broken Soul

Why I Cry

I look in the mirror and want to cry again. 

I cry because I hate what I see;

I cry because I'm embarrassed of my own body. 

I cry because I'm ashamed of myself for 

not having the willpower to stick to a diet. 

I cry because I'll never look good in 

a swimsuit or tanktop, or anything that shows skin. 

i cry cry because I'll never have a man's love, 

because guys only truly love pretty and skinny women.

I cry because I don't remember the last time 

I honestly liked what I saw. 

That is why I cry.