
You don't care that now you are throwing up blood, you'd do anything to be beautiful...
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 161 - Reviews: 12 - Published: 10-27-05 - id: 2036629
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Why does everyone admire you?
Why does everyone congratulate you on your looks?
Have you not told them what you told me?
You pop pills for your beauty
You purge for beauty
You exercise constantly
You don't care that you are throwing up blood now
You just want to be liked
To be beautiful
You just want people to notice you
You just want people to care
But is this the only way?
You are harming your body
True beauty comes from within
Not by posing as a healthy, beautiful person
You're killing your body
You are dying and you know it
Yet you suffer for beauty
You want to be the smallest person your age
If you see anyone else skinner
You die even more
Does your life not matter at all to you?
You are in a coma now
If you ever wake up you must admit the truth
You purge for beauty
And it killed you
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