I think that somewhere along the line, God forgot me
In his garden of gorgeous roses and beautiful daisies
I’m merely a ****; unwanted and tossed aside,
Left alone to wither, waste away and die

I see myself and I don’t like what I see
It’s hard to remember a time when I did not despise my body
A time where I did not pick apart every single flaw –
A time where my skin was immaculate and not covered with scars

They told me to stop because it would hurt me in the end
But I needed it so much that I couldn't comprehend
My fingers trace the marks that the razor blade hungrily kissed,
The feeling of desire and urgency is no longer missed

I examine myself and think for a while,
Unknowingly my mouth breaks out into a smile
My vision blurs, immediately filling with tears
Maybe with a little clarity-
I’ll see myself in a way that I didn't for years

I’ll learn to love my crooked nose
And the scars that imprint my skin,
I’ll go to every extreme
To gradually piece myself back together again.