Sorry, I couldn't fit your standards I was too busy starving myself because apparently, forty-two kilograms is too heavy for society and you were afraid I was going to break the chair.you didn't tell me I was underweight not only was anorexic I was anemic skipping meals and exercising I mean that's fine I guess I could put on concealer to conceal my eye bags and feelings, put on blush so I looked like I was alive. put on a light layer of lipstick so my lips didn't look as pale , I'll put on foundation to look humane, to hide the scars I made when I ate more than 300 calories a day.
Sorry, I'm wearing an oversized sweater and pants I didn't know I had to dress to please every time I went to school I thought it was a place to learn not somewhere you were based on how you look on the outside. I got the latest trend, Am I people worthy now are you going to sneer at me every time I walk down the halls?
Sorry, I almost died trying to fit your social standards, I totally downed pills for the attention of my peers, It's not like it would do me any harm.
Sorry
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
Have you ever felt like your body isn't yours like you're kind of just here but not really existing, Like you're in an empty state almost like autopilot.You're there but in a way your not?
if You've ever felt that way I can relate, I like shutting out the world and forgetting about my problems, to me the numbness is kind of refreshing in a way, not feeling anything is almost healing, only to start the draining cycle afterwards but it keeps me sane.I'm not Going to go insane even if I were to go insane who's going to stop me.The people who ****** my life up or the people who gave me a helping hand only to be thrown on the ground and stabbed in the back. Overall the years I've been living in my life on Earth I've learned never show emotion it's your weakness. When you show emotion they feel a sense of pride knowing they've afflicted so much of their own Emotional pain on someone so that they don't have to go through it alone.
Eventually, I'll fall.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
Pretty little iris
****** white sclera
Despite those tempting lashes
Her lies are getting clearer
Come a little closer
Squeeze a little tighter
She's squinting a little thinner
But her pupils are getting wider
She wants your focus now
Don't trust those golden eyes
It only takes a little peek
To fall for those gorgeous lies
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
"You are pretty"
Don't lie
"Thanks"
"You are smart"
Yeah right liar
"Thanks"
"You are nice"
More lies?
"Thanks"
"You're fun to talk with"
Liar liar pants on fire
"Thanks"
"You're amazing"
Goodbye
"..."
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
There's no more to be done, or feared, or hoped;
None now need watch, speak low, and list, and tire;
No irksome crease outsmoothed, no pillow sloped
Does she require.
Blankly we gaze. We are free to go or stay;
Our morrow's anxious plans have missed their aim;
Whether we leave to-night or wait till day
Counts as the same.
The lettered vessels of medicaments
Seem asking wherefore we have set them here;
Each palliative its silly face presents
As useless gear.
And yet we feel that something savours well;
We note a numb relief withheld before;
Our well-beloved is prisoner in the cell
Of Time no more.
We see by littles now the deft achievement
Whereby she has escaped the Wrongers all,
In view of which our momentary bereavement
Outshapes but small.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC