I step into the room,
Remove my shirt to prevent,
The evidence.
It's good for you, stay strong for me.
He says in a message.
But I can't hold off amymore.
This is my battle,
My world.
Crying on the bathroom floor,
Lost control looking for,
A way to keep sain.
On my knees,
Slowly,
Tickling my throat,
With a writing utensile.
Keep breathing,
Short, quick.
And let it release.
This will be over if you keep pushing on.
She says in a mirror.
This is the cost of perfection,
The pain of dedication.
My chest stiffens.
But you're my picture perfect.
He says in a message.
An image to fall for,
A frame of reason,
To get where you need to be.
But here I am praying to my porcelain.
Adding the bites of failure over and over,
In my mind.
Let it out,
Let it go.
All of my energy flushes away.
This picture isn't perfect,
It's held up in place,
Meant to be a beautiful mistake.
Failing all over the place.
I bet you're just beautiful.
He says in a message.
If beauty was tragic.
*This beauty is,
Tragic.*