I'm drowning,
I'm dying.
Everything around my is falling apart,
And the wounds on my legs grow bigger.

Please help me,
Cause' I am dying,
And I won't be here for long.

Mirrors are all traitors
As in them I can see
Just what a monster I am;
That I will always be.
I have lumps and and spots
That make me unloveable.
And everything I eat is
Another bite of trouble.

Why can’t I ever look
Like the models in the book?
Why is it that I
Can’t look myself in the eye?
No one will look longingly
At the gorgon I turned out to be.

I don’t watch cartoons
Because what I see is me
What did I do to deserve
To become so **** ugly?
Did I cross the path of a cat
That was an omen meant to warn
And I ignored it so now
I inherited this awful form?

Why can’t I be the kind
With a beautifully formed behind?
I wish it was my history
To stimulate evil jealousy.

I want to look like a dream,
But instead I must surrender
A fragile wish, as it seems
An unfilled hope altogether.
Some friends are sweet to me
They say I look fine to them,
But I know what I can see
And I deserve no diadem.

I think the only reason I wanna change,
​is cause' I don't like me,
in any way, shape, or form.

I want to bury this tragic excuse of a human,
and create something new,
as if this was never there.
To start all over again.

No matter how many compliments I get,
or how you think of me,
I hate every inch of it.
This disgusting body,
with me slowly balding,
gaining weight,
and the joyful expression leaving my face.

You won't understand,
the feeling of pure resentment,
of filthiness,
just by looking at myself.

I hate this feeling.
It taunts my brain,
telling me I should better,
more perfect.

But, I know that'll never happen,
if i'm forever in,
this never-ending cycle of self-loathing.
And, in the end,
that's what's making it last so long.

Feelings tend to be hard,
From them,
We long to break apart.

But if you're going through hardship,
Baby, know that you're loved,
You're stronger than what you oppose.

I look at you,
***** and disgusting,
covered in pimples, cuts, and insecurities.
The longer I look,
the worse you get,
I see you getting fatter,
and getting covered,
in more grime.
That's when I finally decided,
to finally look away,
from my reflection.

Our hearts are soaring,
as we sit side by side,
watching the waves,
crash against the sand.
And we're both thinking the same thing,
"I hope this lasts forever,
as long as it's with you <3"

I'm at the park,
sitting on a bench.
Feeling a little tired,
cause' one day,
it's all gonna end.

The way the trees peacefully sway,
and the people around me,
sit and relax,
with a book in their hands.

The way the cars drive by,
and none of them honk.
The feeling of the sun on my skin,
making me gleam with joy.

One day,
I know it'll all fade.
So until then,
I think I'll rest,
waiting for another day,
where I'll smile again.