I sit here alone,
It\'s not that I haven\'t felt this way before.
I just really thought it was over.
But I was deceived.
I know I am beautiful
But why am I disgusted with the figure in the mirror?
Why do I create such intense pain?
I cut my wrists..
I push my fingers down my throat...
I want to be skinny,
more than I am.
I want to be enough.
More than enough.
I want to be amazing.
I want to be outstanding,
but more so than anything,
All I want,
Is it be noticed.