she hears thoughts thru her mind tellin her shes worth-less,
keeps ritin life wit a broken pencil thinks her life is point-less,
Looks at her doll and says she needs a better friend,
too much pain to handle so in cuts she feels the medicine,
cries everynite and dreams of a better place,
"maybe id have friends if i was never overweight",
mascara drips down while she screams and shouts,
"if im beautiful on the inside, pls turn me inside out!"
Shes sixteen and duznt kno whats its like to b kissed,
And thinks she will never be a wife and have kids,
With tears down her cheek and a knife to her wrist,
She wants to pass away and give life an assist,
cause she looks into the mirror and the image is delusional,
All she sees are flaws which is something so unusual,
She might not agree, but her beauty can b proven tho,
God made her like him, so she has to be beautiful..
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