To all the little girls that dream of soulmates and dinner dates
Not boys looking at women like shark bait
To all the little scenarios that go on inside your head
Even though you know damn well they won’t happen
To all the times you typed “I'm fine”
With bloodshot eyes from the endless nights of tears
That could create a river of sorrow
With dead hopes and dreams buried beneath the riverbank
To all the people that say dreams come true
Did they forget that dreams are nightmares too
Because I swear that I’m reminded of it everyday
To the people that pick at their lips until they bleed
Revealing that the word anxiety seems to be
Scarred into the once untouched lips
To the girls that hate what they see when they look in the mirror
You are worth more than your waistline
You are worth more than the number on the scale
No matter what anyone tells you
To the girls that are told that a guys least favorite part about them
Is their body because they are too flat
Or to the girls that are told that a guys favorite part about them
Is their body because they’re thiccc with three c’s
To the girls that are either
Too skinny to be healthy
Or too “fat” to be beautiful
You are special
To the girl whose best friend
Is Facetune
To the people that are
Lost in their own minds
I can’t give you a map
But I can help you find one
To the person breaking people’s hearts
Once they get close enough to cause
Enough damage to make you second guess
Your place on their “awful” earth
To the girls who develop an eating disorder
When you are already thin to begin with
That end up in the hospital
And to the girls who develop an eating disorder
When you are not thin to being with
For some reason you are considered
A success story
To the girls who stick their fingers
So far down their throat
THey can feel their dignity
At their fingertips
To the girls that can’t express their thoughts
On paper but instead
On their wrists using a knife as a pencil
Writing paragraphs on the only skin left
To the girls that are holding on so
Hard for the possibility of tomorrow
But might not make it if they
Swallow those pills
To the girls that can’t take a picture
Without having the beauty filter on
Or throwing up a peace sign
To cover their entire face
To the girls that hurt themselves
Until they can feel worse pain
Than when they did that night
With that boy
To the people that keep quiet
So that no audience would know their story
The chapters in their book that took too long to finish
The story with no happy ending
Because who believes in that
Right?
To the little girls that dream about dinner dates and soulmates
Keep dreaming
Not boys looking at women like shark bait
To all the little scenarios that go on inside your head
Even though you know damn well they won’t happen
To all the times you typed “I'm fine”
With bloodshot eyes from the endless nights of tears
That could create a river of sorrow
With dead hopes and dreams buried beneath the riverbank
To all the people that say dreams come true
Did they forget that dreams are nightmares too
Because I swear that I’m reminded of it everyday
To the people that pick at their lips until they bleed
Revealing that the word anxiety seems to be
Scarred into the once untouched lips
To the girls that hate what they see when they look in the mirror
You are worth more than your waistline
You are worth more than the number on the scale
No matter what anyone tells you
To the girls that are told that a guys least favorite part about them
Is their body because they are too flat
Or to the girls that are told that a guys favorite part about them
Is their body because they’re thiccc with three c’s
To the girls that are either
Too skinny to be healthy
Or too “fat” to be beautiful
You are special
To the girl whose best friend
Is Facetune
To the people that are
Lost in their own minds
I can’t give you a map
But I can help you find one
To the person breaking people’s hearts
Once they get close enough to cause
Enough damage to make you second guess
Your place on their “awful” earth
To the girls who develop an eating disorder
When you are already thin to begin with
That end up in the hospital
And to the girls who develop an eating disorder
When you are not thin to being with
For some reason you are considered
A success story
To the girls who stick their fingers
So far down their throat
THey can feel their dignity
At their fingertips
To the girls that can’t express their thoughts
On paper but instead
On their wrists using a knife as a pencil
Writing paragraphs on the only skin left
To the girls that are holding on so
Hard for the possibility of tomorrow
But might not make it if they
Swallow those pills
To the girls that can’t take a picture
Without having the beauty filter on
Or throwing up a peace sign
To cover their entire face
To the girls that hurt themselves
Until they can feel worse pain
Than when they did that night
With that boy
To the people that keep quiet
So that no audience would know their story
The chapters in their book that took too long to finish
The story with no happy ending
Because who believes in that
Right?
To the little girls that dream about dinner dates and soulmates
Keep dreaming
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