Do you know what it's like

To wake up every morning to the same damn ugly face

To look in the mirror and wish that your body wasn't so blemished with scars and imperfection

Do you know what it's like to compare yourself to every one, to degrade yourself everytime you see an individual that could pass for "perfection"?

Do you know what it's like to want to cut the imperfections out of you, clawing at your skin like it's a tainted shell?

I abhor my existence, my physical being

I don't even know if my soul is beautiful

The aesthetics flow through me, echoing through the caverns of my hollow self

I tell myself "You will be okay" but what's the use

I put myself through the same abuse of words and nasty looks

Do you know what it's like to hate yourself so much no matter how many times he says "You're beautiful"?

It's a lie I just know it

There's no need to repeat it, I know I'm not beautiful

Your eyes deceive you and I want to believe you but I just can't

I'll continue to rant about my self hatred

It runs through my veins, like oxygen

That's overrated

I used to think.

Do you know what it's like to want to bleed all the hatred out, to let the air leave you

I'd always want to

See, just see for myself what he sees in me but I can't 

I don't know what's wrong with me

Do you know how that feels...?