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I Come From...
I come from a broken home, where nothings ever safe,
I hear the dishes break, the screams they make
And the black and blue thats painted on my mother's face.
I come from a place of insecurity.
Where I fill the toliet to the brim, with my own self- hate.
And I stare at the mirror, wishing to be thin,
Skinny is worth the wait.
I come from a place where I am always alone,
Walking to the beat of my own drum.
They call me dead inside, I'm as cold as a stone.
I come from a place of Bulimia, Anxiety, Depression and Suicide.
Where the pills I took refuse to kill me,
And the scars on my thighs define me in the eyes of society.
I come from a place of disturbing beauty,
Where my tan skin, pitch black hair, and piercing blue eyes,
Confuse those around me.
Am I beautiful? or am I a curse?
Where do I come from?
I am not ashamed for who I am or the deep feelings I have inside myself. I am trying to let go of all the disgust I harbor towards myself and all my self-hate.