It kills me to think that I'm not the girl you think I am
I'm not strong
Definitely not beautiful
And don't tell me I am
Because pretty girls don't cut themselves
Beautiful girls don't spend their nights crying
And perfect girls don't starve themselves
So before you call me beautiful
I want to let you know
That it kills me when you call me
Anything
But
Worthless.
YOU ARE READING
Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*