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Why Did It Take So Long?

Contributed by XoBrokenxo on Wednesday, 13th August 2008 @ 06:13:36 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



It’s so messed up,
That it took 6 months of trying to commit suicide
For any guy to notice something I had on the outside,
For any guy to finally notice me ,
To call me beautiful or pretty.

Why was I chosen to go through all of that?
To be 10 years old and always called fat?
To be harassed by everyone else for years?
Being called fat now, is one of my worst fears.
They all wonder why I became a bulimic,
Why I made myself so sick.
Well, if they knew anything about my past,
About my being an outcast,
They’d know.
I wonder if they enjoy the show,
Calling me that.
Ugly and fat;
That’s all I used to hear.
But then I tried killing myself many times,
And began writing so many rhymes…
Then I was noticed,
Then I was called the cutest,
Then I was pretty,
Then they began to notice me.
I want to know why it took so much on part,
For them to finally see past my looks and into my heart.
Why did it take so long?
Why did I have to do such wrong,
For them to finally see ?




Copyright © XoBrokenxo ... [ 2008-08-13 06:13:36]
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Re: Why Did It Take So Long? (User Rating: 1 )
by Muinanyere on Wednesday, 13th August 2008 @ 04:36:14 PM AEST
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Though I am not bulimic and I'm not at the point where someone thinks i am pretty yet; I understand some of this very well. I have been called fat and ugly my whole life (23 years) and I know what it is to be alone. You wrote this really well, keep posting. If you need anyone to talk to i am here.




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