My world is limbs
Because mine were never good enough for you
So maybe if I spend all my time
Running
Lifting
Puking
Starving
You will love me more.
My home has become my prison
My mind a dungeon
Reminding me
That I will never be the type of girl
You would want to take home.
I look in the mirror
And I want to shed my burning skin
I want to drive my fist in my reflection
And let my knuckles bleed from the shattered glass.
I am guilty of the thing I hate you for most
Objectifying me.
I want to yell at you
That I am more than just my parts
That in my heart there is a Pandora’s box of things
And my mind thinks of ideas
And my body is just a vessel
That you once filled with your poison
But I remain silent
Stick my fingers down my throat
And pray that one day I can love me
Even though you didn’t.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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