Mirror, mirror, on my wall I just want to be thin, pretty, and tall Mirror, mirror, if I change my hair, maybe someone will start to care? Mirror, mirror, if I starve myself, atleast I'll be beautiful, forget my health Mirror, mirror, if I cut my wrists, will I feel like I finally exist? Far too long it had watched her cry, so the mirror too decided to reply: "What you think you see? It isn't true. This misery is found inside of you. Don't lock yourself in a broken soul, or I promise you one day, you'll lose all control." nmq
One day, You'll all see The day she decides, To cut too deep You can't stop it, The blade to her skin Because you criticized, Said she wasn't thin Maybe you'll regret it, Calling her ugly and fat But now she's dead, Are you happy with that? You told her to die, She took your advice She did what you said, And took her own life
Dear Brain, Sorry for overloading you with my never-ending thoughts. Dear Stomach, Sorry for sucking you in so many times to look skinnier. Dear Eyes, Sorry for wearing you out with all the nonstop tears. Dear Heart, Sorry for making you go cold and causing so much damage. Dear Tongue, Sorry for biting you and not letting you say what you want. Dear Nails, Sorry for constantly picking the skin around you in anxiety. Dear Lips, Sorry for pulling layers of you off without even noticing. Dear Face, Sorry for hiding you under make-up and being ashamed. Dear Hair, Sorry for pulling you out and yanking you under stress. Dear Hands, Sorry for burying my face in you in embarassment. Dear Wrists, Sorry for the scars and depression I took out on you. Dear Thighs, Sorry for pounding you with my fists and disliking you. Dear Fingers, Sorry for consistently crossing you in false, failing hope. Dear Clock, Sorry for staring at you until you'd finally turn to 11:11. Dear Grades, Sorry for dropping you and not caring a bit about you. Dear Mascara, Sorry for wasting you and rubbing you off in case of tears. Dear Body, Sorry for insulting you and being disappointed with you. Dear Myself, Sorry.
I just sat in the bathroom for one hour, crying and shaking. I couldn't stop staring at my bulging truckload thighs. The pimples scattered across my forehead and cheeks. I don't know what came over me. I've never been so obsessed with my appearance to actually cry. I've never felt so fat and unattractive in my life. My mom saw how red my eyes were when I came out. I had to lie to her and tell her it was water that got in my eyes. I cannot believe this. I'm a mess.