Here's how it goes, the magazines, the tiny jeans,
A continuous circle of hard feelings,
When it's not this, it's that.
Always something nibbling away at my mind.
My skin, it isn't clear today, my hair hangs in a limp mess, my clothes feel too tight,
suffocating my breath. Too pale, too much of anything I'd rather not be.
I'll get out of bed anyways, and face the human I am, but not "supposed" to be.
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
Here's how it goes, the magazines, the tiny jeans,
A continuous circle of hard feelings,
When it's not this, it's that.
Always something nibbling away at my mind.
My skin, it isn't clear today, my hair hangs in a limp mess, my clothes feel too tight,
suffocating my breath. Too pale, too much of anything I'd rather not be.
I'll get out of bed anyways, and face the human I am, but not "supposed" to be.
