Submissions by K_Maggnificent

Hit after hit. Shot after shot. Pill after pill. Nothing. Take it away. Take. It. Away. Please! I'm begging to forget. I'm begging to feel something other than the hate, fear, sadness, pain. I try again and again to get that single second of not feeling anything. Fix after fix but nothing works. You're my only fix. The one that truly satisfies, even if it's not for long. But day after day, you slowly slip away, looking for a new fix of your own.

You only have one life to live, so go and live it up,
go on baby, fill up your cup.

He may have left your ass, he may have had enough,
mmh girl, you must have had it rough.

Y'all had some shit to get through, no baby it wasn't just you,
he's the one to blame, nothing left of the flame.

Come on girl, get off the ground, He sure as hell ain't bothered,
that you're not around.

He couldn't see the beauty, couldn't see the love, now all he's
left you is the bullshit he's regardless of.

Nothin' ever lasts, why'd...

Fight me, win, take control. Consume the space inside my head. Over and over like a tune on repeat. Driving me crazy; killing me slowly. Turn it off. Turn it off. Turn it off! I can't, it's broken, never ending.
  Please help. Drowning. Disappearing. Dying inside. Slowly, Slowly, falling to the bottom. The bottom of nothing. Nothing controlling every thought. Constantly racing through me head. Good enough? Pretty? Worth it? No, you're nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Help!
  No, nothing doesn't get help. Nothing disappears because nobody notices nothing...
  Stop!
 ...

Today I am fat. Today I am not that beautiful. Today I am nothing more than an extra existence in this world. Today I am simply me; and that scares the hell out of me.
  A million faces to cover up one. A million reasons to hide the real, the truth. Tuck it away, forever lost, unable to find its way back to the surface. Smile, laugh, wave hello. But don't, ever, just be myself.
  Pull on the jeans, slip on the shirt, step in the shoes and walk in the lies. Simply me is not enough. Not pretty, skinny, like-able enough. Build a wall, taller than the sky to hide from the truth. No...

Since you've gotten so big", "Well it's because you've gained weight", "I'll take the clothes you can't fit into anymore", "You used to look good", "No offense".

 I'm so sick of hearing this. Yeah, I may have gained a little weight. Or a lot, I don't know. But, I'm happy. Can't you see that?
 Apparently not. You can only see the rolls that have sprouted under my bra strap. The rolls when I sit down. The thigh gap that is no longer.
 You don't see that every inch of rolls were planted with care and tenderness. And that gap, that gap was filled with love and happiness. ...