Poems That Apply To Me

Mirror, mirror I look to thee,
to see my reflection starring back at me,
not a happy one at that, I admit I ate today
thoughts of disgust overwhelm me, there’s got to be a way,
a way to fix my mistakes, to correct my calorie intake.
my heads filled with numbers of calories, inches, pounds
I wish I could just sleep it off, clear my head of all this sound.
nobody understands, the battle I face each day
to eat or to be skinny, there’s nothing anyone can say
say to make me stop this fight, my body is my right.
mirror, mirror I look to thee,
to see my reflection, but only fat stares back at me.




Something small and insignificant,
brings on a flood of tears,
and the tears bring pain to my face,
as I know that im using any fragment of discomfort,
as an excuse to cry for you,
I dont want to cry for you anymore,
but even as I print these words,
tiny rivers brgin to roll down my cheeks,
causing me to hate myself even more.




Am I really a slave to my feelings?
These emotions, I thought they were truly mine
So I let them take over my life
It's not the world who's breaking me
Truly, it is me



Can emotions really kill us?
In the end, the hand to slit open our veins,
Isn't it ours?
It's not the world who's trying to kill me
Truly, it is me



When nobody loves me, I hate myself
When someone hates me, I hate myself
Even if some will love me, I still hate myself
Does it feel so good to hate myself?
No, it hurts. But this pain is all I can relate to



To feel pain for someone we love
I thought it was the meaning of love
I never thought about feeling loved
To feel rejected by those I love
I thought it was the meaning of love



Truly, it is not the world who's hurting me
It is me
Because when the world hated me, I hated myself
And when the world loved me, I hated myself
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
I am folded, and unfolded and unfolding...



Shattered hopes
Die before me
Like the worst sign of luck



The mirror of me shatters
Fragmenting my heart
and slowly killing me




The glimmer of hope
Fades into the background
Taking my last breathe of life
Into the darkness



People, a lot, wonder why we cut ourselves
It is purely for the reason
that we cannot take the burden of emotional pain
shouldn't physical pain, we hope, fix that?
Or, for some,
they cut,
because they're trying to kill the monster inside themselves