Gonna study like one chapter of bio, one chapter of social studies, two chem papers and if possible, some math tonight. I know it sounds kinda daunting but i'm so used to it it's like whatever.. same ol' same ol'...
I hate it when people refer to my cutting myself
in such a casual manner.
Like it's nothing.
Those unfeeling, nonchalant remarks,
"The knife's so sharp, doesn't it hurt?"
Can't they tell what hurts are those remarks?
That's the real knife,
makes me cry every fuckin time they do that,
and i don't even know why,
can't help it either.
Shut up if you don't understand!
I hate it when people tell me not to starve myself,
as if i have a damn choice.
The way they tell me i'm already beautiful, no need for this.
That they love me the way i am,
that i'm skinny already
not at all fat.
Telling me these things as if i'll EVER believe them
as if they expect me to love myself,
to stop hating that freak in the mirror
like the way they don't.
Why can't they just understand?
Or shut up if they don't?
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