your scars are not beautiful
nobody is going to kiss your cuts
and you are not a tiger
whose earned their stripes
nor are you desirable
for the gap between your legs
or for your ribs
trying to escape your chest
nobody wants to see your bones
you are not strong
and you are not a hero
for going days without eating
feeling empty is not romantic
nobody is coming to save you
nobody else can fix you.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
your scars are not beautiful
nobody is going to kiss your cuts
and you are not a tiger
whose earned their stripes
nor are you desirable
for the gap between your legs
or for your ribs
trying to escape your chest
nobody wants to see your bones
you are not strong
and you are not a hero
for going days without eating
feeling empty is not romantic
nobody is coming to save you
nobody else can fix you.
stop glorifying mental illness.
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