I used to be happy. A child with zero cares and 100 reasons to love life, but now 10 years later I cannot think of a single one. I used to think i was pretty, until they started commenting on every little imperfection. I used to eat until i was full but now I don't because i'm sick of the stares and comments. To be a perfect girl you must not eat. My legs used to be scar free but now they call out "help!" In bright red. I used to be so happy but now my life is up in flames, but it's better to burn out than to fade away.
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18-21, F
Aug 23, 2014