Yay it’s lunch time..yes
Maltesers , Crisps , Diet Coke
Not good but feels good
We all get these days :-)) perfectly Yums x
I have told everyone about those strange miss-matched shapes,
That litters my skin,
And tell a tale but I make sure their words are twisted.
No one needs to know the pathetic truth,
The little tale, that repeats back to me, "Your unwell."
That's fine by me; as long as it doesn't come from someone else.
I am still incomplete; still not well enough to look myself in the mirror.
Lacking the focus, to understand that I should be disappointed.
I have tattered the skin upon my body with purple and blue.
This dotted bruising I should feel ashamed of,
But I can never convince myself to stop or be disappointment.
The gently miss-match, unhealthy color to the tone of my skin,
Tells the tale's of my self-hatred and rage,
And all the unwell thoughts that dance around my mind.
Lonely road is my home,
It keep me cold.
It never has let other in,
So I shall never face the hardships;
Like their words,
I shall always be safe;
While I travel the Lonely road,
That I shall travel all alone.
— The End —