Life

I am 120 lbs of useless fat. I am nothing.
You don't,won't or can't understand,
The way it feels to be...ME.
This is my life, this wasn't planned.
To dread each day, and who i'd be
a bulimic whore,a bitch,a loser or a freak
A stupid failure, with nothing to give
she's giving up on trying to speak
her will is dying for her to live

AGAIN stuck in this place
with no where to turn
and be hugged
the dark place she might aS well return
What is the point in going on?
i am nothing, a stupid fool.
who craves a approval, from EVERYONE.
aLways helping, wants to fit in,
but cannot find the strength from within

A fucken idiot, who deserves NO love
its my fault, i should be dead
why do people say these compliments?
i do not understand, im NOT these things:
beautiful, talented, amazing.
STOP FUCKING with my head
my life is balancing on this thread.
and im going to jump,
let it slid round my neck...

light headed, feeling calm
always knew that i was a failure
but now im going, cant turn back time
my breath slowly, slowly stopping
my eyes closing, feeling sleepy
its as it should be.
When they find me, it'll be to late.
This ALWAYS was my fucken fate.