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Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 136 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3065102
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I know it's killing me
I can feel I am dying,
Growing weaker
You tried to help, but I've lost all hope.
They say I can recover
You say you can help me
But I want to cry,
I want to scream,
I need to eat
But I can't.
Is this Beauty?
I am so alone.
It pains me to eat
Is it too late?
I thought I could end this
I realized I'm trapped
I went too far
There's no coming back
Can't you see how this affects me?
I hear you talk, I have no self-control
I am a stranger, unfamiliar in my own body
Why can't you hear my cry?
You call me perfect
But what is perfect?
You don't realize how much a smile can hide.
I just wanted to be Beautiful.
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