Broken


I'm trying to be beautiful
This body I can't keep
Because when I look at you
Then look at me
There's only imperfections I see

You stick me in this mirror
To make me believe I'm good
But this mirror shows flaws
and broken pieces
from this shithole life I am in

These voices they keep
"you're ugly,
You're fat,
You're no good for him"

I'll laugh it off
and you'll think it's a joke
But when I go to him
He has to save me from myself.

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