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She Was Perfect

She is beautiful but she wont believe ,
Most times she wishes she couldnt breath.
She is perfectly skinny but its not enough ,
Shes gave up food and trying to love.
She refuses compliments but takes all the shit ,
How skinny do people want her to get?
She looks in the mirror but all she sees ,
Is how much thinner she could be.
She spends her nights on the bathroom floor,
Head in the toilet and lock on the door.
No one knows how shes losing the weight ,
And they wont know until its too late....

poetic_penguin

@poetic_penguin

Im 14 years old and i write poems, im from belfast, northern ireland :) and all the poems i post are written by me <3

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