I Hate My Body

I look in the mirror and I try not to cry
And no matter what I do... I just want to die

Stretch marks marble my skin up
My boobs were once barely a cup

I wipe away my tears
And run away from mirrors

I can't stand the way I look
I'd judge me if I were a book

I lay here thinking of how much
It unnerves me to get a gentle touch

I hate my body, the way it looks and feels
I wish I could stop the stretch mark with seals

I take pictures but I never show my waist
I bite my lips bloody so no one can have a taste

I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling
Is there a way to stop this feeling?

I wonder if I were dead I wouldn't care
About being beautiful and feeling the way people stare

I want to cut off my skin and throw it away
But since I can't from mirrors I run away