She holds a knife against her stomach
For the first time
She isn't sure how to do this..
But she doesn't care
She wants to ruin herself
She wants to look,
How he makes her feel
She wants..
The fat to go away
The skin she lives in..
She hates
All this..
Because you called her ugly
I am not a doll
Made from needle and thread -
When you rip me,
Cotton doesnt fall out
And I cant be sewn back together.
I am not a doll
That has an ever-present smile
Which doesnt show my changing feelings;
And I cant be tossed around
Like a crumpled up piece of paper.
I am not a doll
With only two little black beads for eyes
My eyes are real and can see
Every attempt to mock and hurt me
Im not blind to pain.
I am not a doll
Im not a cotton stuffed toy
You see, I have a fragile heart
And better, a loving soul
So when Im ripped apart and broken
A simple string of yarn cant fi
My eyebrows may not be perfectly arched,
My lips might look a little too parched,
My eyes could hold a tad too much fear,
My looks may not land me a modeling career,
My clothing sometimes doesnt follow the trend,
My personality, you may not comprehend,
My fingernail polish might slightly be chipped,
My life may not follow the teenager script,
My skin tone may seem a little too pale,
My habits might make me appear rather frail,
However, Id rather be ugly through and through,
If perfect meant I was just like you.
She painted on her makeup
To mask away her imperfections
She let her hair grow out
To cover up her true complexions
She decided to stop eating
To get her perfect body
But she was still unsatisfied
With the way she was looking
That's when the scars appeared
As if they would ease the pain
They coated her arms like sleeves
But it didn't change a thing
She was still a sad little girl
Who felt her world was ending
She hated herself so much
She was her own worst enemy
She had completely given up on turning
Into something that wasn't meant to be
All this trouble she went through
Was because he decided to call her ugly
Sent an angel to watch over you last night, but it came back. I asked why: ... The angel said:"angels dont watch over angels!" Twenty angels are IN your world. Ten of them are sleeping, nine are playing, One is reading this message. Send this to ten friends including me if I dont get it back then I guess I'm not one of them... as soon as you get five replies someone you love will quietly surprise you...