My thighs are stinging and bleeding My head so badly aches My breaths come out as heaving My hands shake
I tried on my prom dress And it made me break down and cry So full of regret, I guess I'll just stay home that night Did you know that I'm unhappy? So depressed that I want to die No one cares enough to help me, though I'll just try to keep to myself; it's alright
I look disgusting in my prom dress and it depressed me so I wrote a poem about it. *shrug*