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Tear drops
Decorate
My eyelashes
Like jewels
I think that
Slowly, I'm
Making friends
With the voices
Inside my head
You don't need to bend over
Your ***** falling out your shirt
Exposing your body, and your image
You don't need to pretend to be a ****
So that people will like you
Because in those cases, they don't like you
They like who they think you are
And you're not that person
You've still got self dignity
Hold on to it
One of my favourite poets on here has a profile pic and it just makes me really sad.
Look in the mirror
And tell yourself
That you are beauty
That you are the face
The mind, and the body
Of beauty

Here's a secret
You, that girl who thinks
That she's fat, and that
Anorexic girl
Yeah, you're all the
Definition of beauty
Closing your eyes and listening
To a hungry stomach
And hungry heart
A hungry mind
Oh, why do we starve ourselves?
manipulative
‘perfection’
draws me closer
draws me closer
a drawing
sketched
onto a
clean sheet
resting
on top
of her
naked
beauty
naked, bare
perfection
‘perfection’
drowning me
me drowning
in her eyes
blue as the
sky
sea
sea
see her
watching me
actually
watching
beautifully
smiling
smiling
with her
deep blue
eyes
caressing
perfection
moulding
perfecting
affecting
perf­ection
affect
affect
effect
etching effects
on her
beautiful
face
watching
her move
with
beautiful grace
affecting her
perfection
with affection
deception
misleading
my heart
with her
stunning
emotion
dancing
in her
eyes like
a fiery
dream
her beauty
shines amid
the world’s
blunt rage
bluntly:
I love her
her beauty
her smile
tricks me
into believing
she is
beauty.
how do you stop the voices
the ones that never leave your head?
the demons that constantly whisper
the flaws that make you wish you were dead
how will i stop the voices?
they're screaming in my ears
they're telling me to end it all
they say i need to face my fears
how can she stop the voices?
they're getting even louder now
one last cry out for relief
and the room fills with empty sound
she dangles from the ceiling
chair tipped over on the ground
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