Tuesday, 24 January 2012

you built up a world or magic because your real life is tragic ...


I’m sorry I’m not skinny enough. I’m sorry I’m not pretty enough. I’m sorry my legs aren’t long enough. I’m sorry I’m not funny enough. I’m sorry I’m not smart enough. I’m sorry my hair’s not long enough. I’m sorry my hip bones don’t stick out enough. I’m sorry my boobs aren’t big enough. I’m sorry my cheekbones don’t stand out enough. I’m sorry my collar bone doesn’t stick out enough. I’m sorry my stomach isn’t flat enough. I’m sorry my arms aren’t skinny enough. I’m sorry my bum isn’t nice enough. I’m sorry my nose isn’t cute enough. I’m sorry my eyes aren’t pretty enough. I’m sorry my teeth aren’t straight enough. I’m sorry my eyebrows aren’t curved enough. I’m sorry my smile isn’t pretty enough. I’m sorry my thighs aren’t skinny enough. I’m sorry my hips don’t curve enough. I’m sorry my chest bones don’t stand out enough. I’m sorry my lips aren’t big enough. I’m sorry I’m not interesting enough. I’m sorry I say sorry too much. I’m sorry for everything.




I don’t feel important. I fake a smile. I eat in front of people. I laugh a lot. I say everything is great. But here’s my truth is. I cant stand myself. I can barely look at my own body without starting to cry. I’ve tried throwing up but I cant force myself to push far enough. I want to be what I used to. I used to be skinny, and happy. I’m happy now, in front of people. I can’t even stand how fake I am. All I do is judge other people when it’s just cause in jealous. Sometimes I cant believe the person I have become.



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