Monday, December 24

Endless.

It never ends.
There's always someone talking.
I know I say it doesn't matter,
but every time I hear those words another scar is added.
"Fat ass" "If you'd just lose some weight" "Stop eating loser"
"Fat lard" "Stupid fatty, no one likes you." "Die"

I try so hard to tell myself they don't matter.
I try so hard to be confident.
But hearing this every single day is enough to break me.
It's enough to hurt me.
I can't stop thinking these thoughts if they're constantly shoved in my face.

Ian, you're the only thing holding me up.
I know it's been that way ever since we've met.
But the fact that you still believe in me, after all this,
Is enough to keep me here.

I'll keep fighting,
even with words like this etched into my heart.

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