I’m torn and tattered,
I’m lost and battered,
I’m broken and shattered,
if only it hadn’t mattered.
Outta control, my bounds are torn,
I’m obese and so fat, my cloths outworn,
I’m sad and lonely, I sit and moarn,
Why am I weird? looked at with scorn?
In pain, I feel the ache,
I’m burning, I seem to bake,
I’m trembling, in anxiety shake,
I wish it was all a fake.
I feel I’ve just recieved a kick,
the wound lasts, I keeps to stick,
I wish I could avoid that lick,
I wish I can lift of that brick.
In terror I scream for assistance,
I just wish to cease my existence,
I can’t understand my extreme resistance,
If only I had just some persistance.