My mirror image...

To say I was ever worth to feel loved,by myself, by others or even by no one is a blasphemy 

Cause love is unconditional but I condition myself to be pretty so others feel something when they see me

Even if it s repulse, hate or jealousy at least they feel something, almost the same as I feel about myself

You know passing by a mirror and deciding maybe a pack of gum is enough food for today making it a never ending cycle,cause skinny means pretty right?

And maybe time makes us sentimental,maybe after all,we suffer because of time,maybe that s why we re always hurt

Maybe that s why we re always keeping streaks, either on snap to sexualise ourselves to feel beautiful,or for sobriety, trying to stay away from alcohol, cigs, even hunger just so we finally think we re enough

But we re never enough right? Cause to be enough means to be balanced,to not have scars,trauma,to feel perfectly fine and maybe that s why I m always fine, to be enough for you,for them,for us, for me...

So in the end we may have no one ,not even ourselves but I think that even pain can make life beautiful,so live another day and find yourself the way to be happy