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I work in rows on my scarred skin
My razor my spade my drug allowing me to feel again
People chant Yolo and live in the now
But when I catch my reflection in the mirror all I see is a fat sow
When I look down my future is in binds
Scars and fat is all I find
I cant even breath
Ive bloodied my sleeve
I always have people say theyre always there
But I feel as if no one really cares
As the pain and vomit urges me to bid good bye
The pain and blood will sing me their sorrowful lulliby.
Please help me.im 13 a girl and am hopeless.I cant stop.
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Like others say, you aren't alone. A lot of people go through what you are going through. Ive experienced what you are going through. I write all the good things about myself and repeat them over and over. People are going to judge but your not alone in this. I know its not easy to stop but you can try though. You are worth it. You are somebody. Nobody is fat. They are maybe fuller-figured. Its a better term to use. You are beautiful and you should tell yourself that. Don't listen to the negatives, because you are beautiful and you should believe it.
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