Since I can't fill out, and have no curves
I was anorexic for two weeks this summer
Over school I tried again, but I'm too weak
I know I'm skinny, but skinny ***** in ways
Full people will never understand

I keep a pocket knife in my drawer
For when I'm so sad or hate myself,
Then I can distract myself with the
Blood trickling down my thighs

Changes in a stall for PE
Because I'm too afraid
Of people seeing my flat,
Completely unappealing
Body

I have a feeling
He sees right through me
And is always staring
At the slits in my thighs
Hidden under my skirt

I deleted all my poems before just saying
Who cares no one reads these
They are all self hate vents

I want to be the happy person
That every one loves,
But how an I do that
If I can't learn to love myself

If she killed her self,
I would **** myself that same day