Sometimes I wonder... If people would care if I decided I wasn't skinny enough, or I wasn't smart enough or if I just wasn't good enough... Would you care if I... lost so much weight I was nothing but skin and bones? gave up because I obviously am too stupid? slit my wrists jumped grabbed a gun popped some pills drove too fast went down... and didn't come back up? What the fuck isP E R F E C Tanyway?
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Tired old mud-splatteredWell-worn boot.Nobody's Number One,They don't give a hoot.Dull ugly colours, somewhat ragged,Got some holes.Dirt-stiff ancient lacesHolding on to worn-down soles.Glitter-pretty princess shoe,Shining golden heel;This is party girl's first choice,Like royalty, she'll feel.Shining sequins scatteredUpon a gol...
“There’s nowhere to run, so let’s just get it over…” -Evanescence, Snow White Queen. I’m strong, a survivor. I can’t understand why I crumble. -Ellen Hopkins, Identical. People won’t look at me anymore I am soiled, an angel fallen, no longer pure. I am broken, shards of glass, no longer whole. I am a survivor, laden with scars, no longer pretty. But I can breathe again.
