I am chasing something impossible to find.
I am killing myself a little at a time.
I can not stop torturing myself endlessly.
Because I hate myself and wish I was never to be.
I am searching for perfection inside myself.
But I will never be able to love myself.
I appear to be broken.
Never to be fixed.
My heart is cut open.
It needs to be stitched.
I will never be the woman I want to be.
Because of how I am in reality.
I can not change myself to suit my liking.
The thoughts I give myself are so frightening.
Why couldn't I been born a perfect beauty
Im just not meant to be beautiful.
Because I will never feel beautiful.