Questions...and my answers

Every ones always asking...
why do you do it?
why do you starve yourself?
it's not like you're fat.

every ones always asking...
why do you do it?
why do you cut yourself?
it's not like your life is bad.

everyones always asking...
why do you cry?
why are you depressed?
you have a perfect life.

But what everyone doesn't know is that I,
miss.perfect, was a victium of rape.
My life is and never will be as perfect as they may think.I starve myself because I do not think of myself as pretty as they think of me.I cut because it takes away that pain that I have inside.I am depressed because I was a victim. I do not havea perfect life.No one truly does.And that is all I have left to say...