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Emma Sep 2013
winter is my favorite season

i get to wrap myself in coats and scarfs

beanies and gloves

it's the best time of year;
the only time
no one asks
why i'm "always covered up"

winter is my favorite season

because
i
get
to
hide
myself
away
Emma Sep 2013
even when i change, everything is the same
Emma Sep 2013
It seems as if everyday I struggle to love myself. It goes beyond the normal, everyday insecurities; it feels as if I need to hurt myself, to tear away this ugliness and hurt.*

I look in mirrors and hate the reflection I see. I want to shatter and break away this distorted image staring back at me. I can’t look at myself without sadness and hate creeping into my lungs, without breathing so shakily because I’m trying to hold back my anger and disgust. I can’t look people in  the eyes, it would be so easily for them to see the scarred and overly-large eyed lost girl that I am. Somedays I don’t know who I am at times other than an ugly girl with no hope.

Somedays, I feel okay. I feel as if I can get through the day with a bit of pride, and other days-like today- I want to ******* scream and claw and away at the loathing I feel inside.

                         *
Somedays, I just want to be beautiful and loved
Emma Sep 2013
you've faded away like the ashes
and whirled about in the air
like the
smoke
that
escapes
my
mouth
Emma Sep 2013
I always relapse
in your arms
Emma Sep 2013
I hide so well behind this face full of cake
they don't even realize this smile is painted on, being held in place by my blood red lipstick

the blush on my skin is perfectly placed, it is as fake as my laughter
something dead cannot react

this precisely drawn liner that accentuates my wide-eyed innocence is similar to the fresh scars that line my wrist and thighs

the foundation i use every day is starting to crack
and girls,
we all know how much
we hate cheap
*concealer
Emma Sep 2013
they don't see what they've done to me
ripped apart my positivity, broke my spirit

i am a lost girl with no hope

and
i
*******
blame
each
and
everyone
of
you
not anything great, just so torn over how my family treats me.
i'm doing things for myself that they never could, yet they still tear me down.
i don't get it. i want to be loved every now and then as well
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