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I cannot thank my younger self enough for being strong enough to keep the urges from my face. I remember feeling so damaged and ugly that I would dig my fingernails into my cheeks to keep the demons at bay. There were so many times I held the razor in front of my face, thinking that maybe cutting it might make me feel pretty. And that is so ****** up. Today I am so angry, it is rattling my bones. My body shakes and an earthquake of tears escape my eyes. It's so bad that I contemplated taking out an old friend and ripping apart my skin. But I can't **** up two years. I can't **** up my pretty.
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Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 7:29 PM UTC
My Pretty
I cannot thank my younger self enough for being strong enough to keep the urges from my face. I remember feeling so damaged and ugly that I would dig my fingernails into my cheeks to keep the demons at bay. There were so many times I held the razor in front of my face, thinking that maybe cutting it might make me feel pretty. And that is so ****** up. Today I am so angry, it is rattling my bones. My body shakes and an earthquake of tears escape my eyes. It's so bad that I contemplated taking out an old friend and ripping apart my skin. But I can't **** up two years. I can't **** up my pretty.
isabella-rizzo
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Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 7:29 PM UTC
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