Pop it in to cure and make me better,
but the side effects could **** me.
Sometimes I wish they would
to get me off this ******* depression.
I want to eat so bad
but food can only enlarge
the stomach I worked so *******.
Is it worth eating?
Or becoming satisfied?
I would rather they love me for my heart
as opposed to my beauty.
Beauty means pain,
and I already have plenty of pain
in my heart.
I don't even know if it's worth dealing with.
**** this place.