Is it true
that I've convinced myself
that this
smile
is real?
That I'm
Beautiful?
Smart?
Worthy of love?
Over a year
I have believed
my own lies.
Because even though I see
Fat.
Dumb.
All in a usless
Body.
I lie and say
it will all get better.
Even though I know
Deep down,
it won't.
With the curse of
depression.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
