A piece of glass,  a killer

Killer of the mind,body, and soul

A killer of life

An obstacle that we go through everyday

Every hour, minute, and second

You tell me I am ugly

I am not good enough

I am fat

I am not worthy of anything or anyone

I am worthless and a nobody

You have stolen my happiness

You’ve taken my life

When will I be good enough

All you show me are flaws


I try to fight what you say

I try not to believe it


My heart cries out

What do I have left?

You’ve left me with Nothing

– Briana


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