Still Not Pretty

The numbers never change

I take a deep breath

as I step onto what ruins every day of my life

I stare down at the red three digit number that glares back at me in disappointment

Still not pretty

The size of my thighs disgust me

I wish you could just cut the fat off

Like a pig

I am a pig

I hate myself

You have ten fingers

Stick one down your throat

Just far enough for you to throw up the ugly

You’re too much of a coward to do it

You could never accomplish anything

You’re going to be fat all your life

No one will love you

Why do you even try?

Yeah just go sit in your room with all your friends

you’re just lucky your cats love you

Wait, no they don’t

Guess you’re fucked

Look, there’s a perfectly sharp

pointy

taunting

pair of scissors right there

Pick them up I dare you

Flip them open

Grip the end and just cut

Slice

Slit

Sever

anything

Anything to numb the pain

Watch as your pathetic blood runs across the blade

Oh it hurts too much

What hurts is having to look at yourself everyday

You should be ashamed

Everyone else is

End it

End it now

Please.

Just end it now.