The messages you send are full of lies
The messages you send are a waste of our time
You send things saying I'm pretty but when you're done I am nothing
The messages you send have broke my heart yet I stay
The messages you send have broke me time and time again
But my reply is always the same "please stay"

I hated looking in the mirror at myself
I hated seeing my face because it made me feel sick
I hated seeing the way I looked and feeling so small
I hated the color of my skin
I hated the color of my hair and eyes
I hated the way my body was shaped
I hated that I was alive
I thought that I would never be enough
I thought I should be thin
But I was me and I couldn't look at myself