Are you okay?
I get asked this all the time and we all know the answer.
Yeah well how can I tell them my heart is broken and that my mom kicks my ass all the time.
That my family causes me mental pain.
That I hate everyone.
And that I trust no one.
Dont act sad I'm just an idiot that deserves it.
I want to be held in a man's arms more than anything.
I wish for that every 11:11.
I know it seems silly, but I'd give anything for that.
As I left a party in college I heard a girl screaming
I dove between her potential rapist and saved her, but was beaten up .
Maybe one day, there will be a girl that will think of me as her hero.
I always stare at my reflection in my mirror.
All I can see, are the rolls of fat that show up when I sit down.
Or how my stomach goes out farther than my cleavage.
And how my hips are huge, and I look like a muffin top.
All I can see, are my little imperfections.
Those imperfections, that make me cut, starve, binge, purge, and suicidal...