Copyright, Romni

The scars everyone can see
no one knows whats on the inside
Hurt, pain, the intense burning of self-loathing
They look at mt with their
scornful, laughing eyes.
I look at the razor
Its laughing at me too
“Is that the best you can do?

The blood rushes out
on the new fucking carpet
(gotta start doing it in the bathroom!)

I stand in front of the mirror
My arm outstreached
Tears block the view of my
FAT, Scarred body.

I pull on a jumper,
makeup hides the puffy eyes.
Practice a smile
till tomorrow


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