I hang myself with a string of
sentences filled with hateful words.

Hideous. Disgusting. Unloveable.
These are the words I use to
describe myself;
When no one else has described me this way.

I slit my wrists with a knife made from
the heavy burdens of my negativity.
The more I bleed
The more negative words I carve
onto my skin.

I’m tired of feeling ugly,
I’m tired of holding myself to a
standard that nobody else does,
And I’m tired of not being
enough for myself.

I’m tired of choking, killing,
and destroying my self esteem
until it can no longer breathe.
Until I can no longer breathe.

Everyone has their own definition
of perfection.

I just wish that my definition
was me being me.

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