Tugging on my skin
leaving permanent scars
blood sheds out
but i let it dry up
busy chugging pills
trying to look skinny
even throw up a little
so i can like me
going through magazines
and wondering about
how they're so beautiful
and i'm not
i think god hates me
because my life is a mess
leaving food behind
for my beach body
By the way, this poem is not about anyone I know. It's for people who want to change how they look and are going through depression. I just wanted to leave a note that everyone is perfect in their own way. I bet that at least one person likes all those little things that make you who you are. Don't self harm and don't hate your body or treat it badly. If you don't like yourself or how you look in the mirror, well then all I can say is a mirror is a piece of glass and you are much more than that. People tend to hide their feelings with fake smiles and forced laughs. You'll find someone that will make your days brighter and that's something to look up to. Remember that "suicide doesn't end the chances of life getting worse, suicide eliminates the possibility of it ever getting better". Hope you have or had a great day and don't give up.