don't tell me i'm beautiful when i'm really just a slut,

don't tell me i'm lovely if you haven't seen my cuts.

don't tell me i'm pretty if you haven't seen me cry,

little do you know that you're the reason why.

the reason why i cut,

the reason why i burn,

the reason why i no longer care enough to learn.

the reason why i starve,

the reason i can't sleep,

the reason i can't think of myself as anything but cheap.


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