You don't have to be skinny to love yourself.

You are beautiful.

You are enough.



You don't have to be skinny to love yourself.

You are beautiful.

You are enough.



You don't have to be skinny to love yourself.

You are beautiful.

You are enough.



You don't have to be skinny to love yourself.

You are beautiful.

You are enough.




You don't have to be skinny to love yourself.

You are beautiful.

You are enough.

I want so badly not to miss you.
I want to be able to delete photos of you without hesitation.
I want to not think of how you're doing or what you're doing or if you've eaten today.
I want to be able to forget you the way you forgot me.

Falling for him felt like falling out the sky, fast winds whipping past my face.
Sort of like floating but not really because I'm only going down.
Down
Down
Down
until I can see the ground and I know the end is near.  
I hug myself tight and my eyes water as I brace myself for the ground.
I break into a million pieces,
when I look up to see you flying with another girl, leaving me broken.

I look in the mirror at the aftermath of our night… 
Starting at my hair, I run my fingers through thinking of your tight grip and how you made me look at you as you entered me. 
I trail my hands down to my neck where you left kisses and red hickeys in a beautiful pattern so that the world knew I was spoken for. 
Down to my chest where I could feel the imprints you left with your teeth and I could still feel your wet mouth against my *******.
Past my stomach where I remember you left a path of kisses as you took your time teasing me more and more. 
I linger at my ***** thinking of the soft kisses and hard thrusts you left between my legs. 
On my *** you left red handprints for me to feel for days until I'd see you again. 
I think of your thigh kisses and the bites you left between.
As I spread my legs softly playing with the mess of a woman you left behind. I let myself go waiting for your next return. I lay in bed naked because the only thing that looks good on me is you. 
So I will stay here and wait until I can feel your hands against my skin once more.

The day I killed myself I woke up like any other.
I grabbed coffee and chatted with my family.
I ate breakfast and kissed my dog.
I went to school and turned in my homework.
The day I killed myself I made plans to have lunch with a friend I hadn't seen in awhile.
I laughed with my best friend.
I gave my little sister my favorite teddy bear.
The day I killed myself my mom yelled at me for not finishing the dishes.
My older sister worked a late shift.
My aunt watched my cousins.
The day I killed myself I took a bottle of pills and layed in bed.
I cried and stared at the wall waiting for someone to come in and no one did.
The day I killed myself I died alone, because no one knew the extent of my pain.

The only thing keeping me alive right now is knowing that everyone around me will be broken... and I love them so much I dont ever want them to feel like I do.

Month old coffee and empty bottles
Dead plants and dusty curtains
Clothes cover the floor
No sheets on the bed
Hoodie and shorts from last week
Stiff hair secured in a loose bun
Tear stained pillow
Sorrowful thoughts yet a barren mind
Pills swallowed earlier taking effect
Soul leaving her, bare and alone
Returning to the place before birth
Hoping to be born again in different skin