I won’t lie,
I feel disgusted by my body,
So much I had to write a story,
To let you understand
That I feel deceived by the mirror,
Lord knows I wish I was thinner,
Maybe I would feel like a winner,
Yes, I mean a bit skinnier,
Maybe that’s the minimum
Of my problems but still doesn’t feel right,
I wish I could fade away from life,
Take one flight to back down from this fight,
Forgive my weaker side for being suicidal,
Stories of a poet dying for survival.