I cannot apologise for my G cup ******* and touching thighs

I cannot apologise for my mental illness diagnosis and my broken promises

I cannot apologise for wanting to commit suicide
You would too if you lived my life

I cannot apologise for my G cup ******* and touching thighs

Let me make just one thing clear
You will find no apology here

You tell me that I fail you
I feel like a success
You tell me that I am nothing
I am nothing but a beautiful,
Hot mess

My mother gave me her figure
My father gave me his eyes
I gave myself an out and commited suicide
Taking them both by surprise

she called me beautiful
she called me magical
she called me creative
she called me underrated
she called me generous
she called me modest
she called me everything that she desires
i called her a ******* liar

I created her with passionate  love
I destroyed her with enraged wrath
I mourned her with remorseful grief
I remembered her in languid dreams