If perfection is all I lack

When will I be pretty enough?

Am I pretty enough

Now that a blade cuts into my veins?

Cuts on my arms replacing cuts on my soul?

Tears joining my blood

Emotional pain giving way to physical pain?

Am I pretty enough

Now that my eyes are red and swollen?

I’ve shed all the tears I can…

I’ve lost count, unable to watch them stream down.

Am I pretty enough

Forced into clothes several sizes too small?

Doing my best to resemble her figure?

What does she have that I don’t?

I can’t pinpoint the difference –

But I know she’s pretty enough for you.

Will I be pretty enough

When blood gushes from my veins,

Leaving me lifeless?

If your answer’s yes,

I’ll do it now.

Anything to be pretty enough for you.