am i pretty enough for you when i stain my wrists crimson as i cry myself to sleep my demons greeting me with skeletal arms that are always open for me
am i pretty enough for you when i rub myself raw in the hot spray of my shower head as i cleanse the grime that coats my blemished skin
am i beautiful enough will you finally write sonnets about me wtite epic tragedies plays in my honor
darling i am a walking apology im sorry i cant be beautiful enough but maybe if i cut off the parts of me i don't like the fat that hangs off my belly the jiggle in my thighs the too flat nose