I sat there in the washing room,
The cold material the sink was made from, touching my skin,
I shivered, looking down at my arm, so disgusting and fat…
The bone itself rotting, the skin pale and forgotten.
I would want to blame every single mistake on you,
Say that you lead me here because that’s what you do.
Make me feel like I’m on top of the world, then just make me fall…
Why did you do that? Why did you make me believe?
That there was a chance to love and end up cuddling?
Why were you, in my eyes so perfect and pure?
So ******* amazing, so talented, so tall…
I looked in the mirror, to only see pain,
To see where the dried tears, ended up in vain.
You see those eye bags? They disgust me so much,
I barely sleep not, I think I started to rust…
So broken, yet fixable, but you threw me away…
I was not good enough or simple or just too insane…
I looked at my arm, so disgusting and fat,
But I am sure the red stream will fix that.