"Everyone can do it,"
she said,
and I thought she was indirectly
telling me that I can, too
But she wasn't.

She was merely telling me,
That everyone can do it.
Wondering,
why I can't.

Is that the lowest moment?
When you don't dare to wear shorts because of the scars that cover your legs.
And then you're sitting there at the dinner table with your family,
And they keep on telling you to eat,
But all you mutter is "I'm not hungry",
When you actually are.
You're starving but your image is worth more than a meal.
You eat a few bites just to shut them up,
And then run to the bathroom to rid yourself of it,
To make sure you can fit into those jeans,
The ones that could stand you losing another 5 pounds.
You get used to the lies of:
"I'm not hungry"
"I ate before I came"
And "oh yeah I'm fine, just tired".
Is that your lowest point,
When the only food you're feeding yourself is lies?

could it be that she was broken way before it was decided by society's eyes?
How torn she looked at night ,
her facade falls under the stars,
Her eyes shed tears,emotions and secrets
No one knows , but she's been that way all along
The smile etched on her face
Now gone
As the same line now shows
on her wrists
Instead

That Girl.
Overshadowing,
Overshadowed.
Grief, pain, anger,
Looms over her distraught self.

Self-destruction.
Helplessness.
Angst, Pain.
Emotions not unknown to her;
yet She wishes they were strangers.

Define Happiness; you say.
"There is anger, hatred, and revenge in this world what space would then be left for happiness?"
She questions, in the
Deep, Dark abyss that is her Mind.
However, She would answer
"Happiness is the quality and state of being happy"
Because,
She is;
That Girl.

Don’t date people who drink coffee.

But especially don’t date people who claim they love coffee
then drown it in sugar and cream.

Those are the ******* that will break your heart.
They claim they love coffee and then they manipulate it
until it’s something they can tolerate.
They don’t love coffee at all. They like sickening sweet sugar water.
They like pretending to love coffee.

The sort of person who goes to Starbucks every morning and demands a
Venti,
Non-Fat,
No Foam,
Sugar Free with extra ice and three pumps of hazelnut
is the sort of person who will slowly find every quirk that makes you who you are
and destroy it to fit their lifestyle.

Thorns may be undesirable
but it doesn't overshadow
the beauty of a rose