![]() You're So PrettyA Poem by Lizzy Marie
They say Lizzy you're so pretty I say thanks but don't say that please.
This me is not me. They don't know me They don't know who I am who I've been or who I will be. These laughs and jokes are merely just a mirage of what's killing me. I've been dying inside since I was three. From mommy telling me I'm not pretty to daddy saying eat more and be free. I ate and ate and ate and ate and ate until I didn't feel a thing. I became the size of two me's. Until one day I realized that eating was the one thing killing me It was once my favorite thing and now I couldn't even look at a single thing of cheese Pretty I starved and deprived myself that once made me free Pretty I stopped eating food and started eating words From hate to ugly to why are you fat That word I hate the most next to fat was chubby. It was all the same to me. I discovered a new miracle thing It's called sticking your fingers down your throat and letting everything be free. Pretty I became this word skinny but that wasn't enough for me I felt like a ballon not free and floating but chained and heavy I realized that something's weren't enough for me. Pretty My skin went from flawless to bloody My arms they became cutting boards to try break the chains that were holding me My body was eating itself from the inside but I let it get a taste of the outside Like honey to bees my body craved the need to demolish my self being Pretty I couldn't help but let it be The pain was unbearable and I wasn't the same Days felt like years and I was getting nowhere to who I was before I started killing me I felt like I was dying and that I would soon be dead But the fact of the matter is I've been dead since those words that were said to me You're so pretty © 2015 Lizzy MarieFeatured Review
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