Comfy In My Skin

As this pen wears
out my tears become
nothing cold inside trying
to keep what I'm feeling
to myself its to much to
strong, the tears start to
swell my eyes streak my
cheeks i sit in the bathroom
wishing i could leave my body
only for a min.

Its hard to stop crying once
you've begone. I cry and
cry until there's no more
tears to cry with. I hate
myself i pull at my hair
at my clothes wondering
why I don't feel pretty.

I pull at my fat wishing
I was thinner, not wanting
to go to the extreme by
doing something drastic.
I sit and feel the tears
coming back, I make myself
stop before i begin again.

I close my eyes and when
i open them I'm looking
down at myself. I feel stupid
not knowing why I let little
things get to me as long as
I'm happy with myself that's
all that matters.