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10w
May Davis Jan 2017
10w
Why did I ever think
you'd love someone like me?
I loved you... but did you ever love me?
May Davis Jan 2017
Life is such a scary thing
Oh, to simply think...
I was happy once

A braced smile
And clumped mascara
With positivity and self confidence
I was happy then

I loved myself
And I was determined in all I did
Refusing to let anyone down
I was happy then

A fake smile
With no makeup and no self-esteem
Seeing no point in trying to hide my ugly face
I wish I was happy again

I hate myself
And I can't do anything right
All I do is let people down
I wish I was happy again

Death is not such a scary thing
But then I met him...
I think I might be happy now
Putting my happiness in the hands of a boy is not wise but I can't help the way I feel...
May Davis Jan 2017
My side slumped against the bathroom door
My mind could only race more and more

My hands gripped the door **** tight
My heart knew this couldn't be right

My ears were filled with a lack of sound
My eyes dropped cold tears to the ground

My arm finally opened the door
My body hit the hardwood floor

My puddle of tears was all that surrounded me
My lungs were burning and I could no longer breathe

My love was slowly slipping away
My words could not be used to sway
Breakups are always rough...
May Davis Jan 2017
It hurts so much to eat
Then it hurts so much to stop
One or the other
Which will it be?

As of now I'm 150 pounds
This is considered "overweight"
I want to be skinny so bad
But only so others can see

In hopes that they'll help me...
Because who would ever help an overweight girl who just can't eat right?
May Davis Dec 2016
Slowly sinking in such sullen silence  
As if allowing all abandonment alike
Very visible verification
Eludes to the epitome of emotion

Maybe making myself mean much more
Eventually eliminates my existence

For fake friends fail to fathom fear of fearfulness
Realizing reality remains
Only to omit the opinions of others
Meticulously matching myself

Tortuous tasks tend to take time to teach to me
However, help hurts the healing heart
Isn't it ironic that insanity is inevitable
Some soon succumb to the substances

Severed skin stings as if saying "slice me some more"
Alone in apparent agony
Daring damsels to determine their date of death
Nevertheless, we need to feel numb
Enough to enjoy every endless evasion
Since only screams seem to silence the sinners' souls
Someone must soon save those suffering
It's either time to die or time to live. I can no longer remain locked within this inbetween...

— The End —