There are going to be days where but you can't stand the sight of yourself
Where you look in the mirror and can't help but pin point everything that's wrong with you
Your skin
Your hair
Your eyes
Your body
The way you feel too much
The way you don't feel enough
The way that you push away those who care about you
You will pick yourself apart until there is nothing left but your skeleton
And then
You think about what other people think about you
You're an attention seeking whore
You're a slut
You're a bitch
No one will ever love you
No one needs you
No will care if you die
The thoughts will swirl around what's left of your brain until
Suddenly
They all stop
Drowned out by another thought
You could do it
You could end it all right then and there
Never having to deal with it again
It'd be easier
So you make the decision
And right before you try
You come to the same realization you've had a million times before
You can't
You can't end it all
You're too weak
So you don't
And instead you learn to live with these thoughts
Constantly feeling like you're drowning
But you don't know how to swim
And
You're so deep in the ocean there isn't a way to come up for air
But it's okay
You can live through the pain
So you do
because after all you deserve it
And that's it
No magic cure in a prescription bottle
No one to confide in without them thinking its for attention
Because someone else has it worse
They always do
You look at the clock
And realize how late it is
You close your eyes
Take a deep breath
Exhale
Relax
Okay
Brand new day
Put that smile on your face
Pretend that you are fine
It's time to do it all over again
