I wrote this at about 7 in the morning without having any sleep, so forgive me if it doesn't make sense au if it's rushed in some parts.
Fat.
I stared into the mirror, frowning, and tears falling from my eyes. God, why did I have to be so fat? My hair is imperfect. My skin is worthless. My boobs are too big. I am so imperfect. I grabbed my eyeliner and applied it thickly around my eyes. Grabbing the tube, I put some skin bronzer on my revealed skin. I put the long, black extensions in my hair, and walked back to the living room, sitting in front of the TV, staring at the beautiful watu mashuhuri on the television.
Brandon stepped into the room, scoffing upon seeing me. “Who’s so phoney and always surrounded?”
Giving him a glare, I tossed a mto at him, telling him to leave my house.
“Stop your screaming, no one can hear.” He turned and walked back toward my room.
“Brandon, get away from my room!” I screamed, walking quickly toward him.
He entered my room, turned, and faced me. “All the scars on your skin: Post No Bills.” He stared at my wrists, covered with scars. I used to cut myself. I still did. His dull blue eyes, now filled with tears flickered up to my face. “Who wewe were was so beautiful. Remember who- who wewe were.”
My eyes started watering. He never alisema anything like this to me before. I didn’t know what to do. I just stood and watch him speak so slowly and softly.
“Hide from the mirrors that crack at the memories. Hide from your family, they won’t know wewe now.” Brandon motioned toward an old family picha on my dresser, sighing, and turning back to me. “For all the holes in our souls host no thrills.”
Grabbing my shoulders, Brandon began to weep. “Who wewe were was so beautiful. Remember who – who wewe were.” He held me close.
We stood like this for a while, crying, and holding each other. My makeup was running down my face, and for once, I couldn’t care less. Brandon had been trying to help me all of this time. All of this time that I was nothing but a Screenager.
Fat.
I stared into the mirror, frowning, and tears falling from my eyes. God, why did I have to be so fat? My hair is imperfect. My skin is worthless. My boobs are too big. I am so imperfect. I grabbed my eyeliner and applied it thickly around my eyes. Grabbing the tube, I put some skin bronzer on my revealed skin. I put the long, black extensions in my hair, and walked back to the living room, sitting in front of the TV, staring at the beautiful watu mashuhuri on the television.
Brandon stepped into the room, scoffing upon seeing me. “Who’s so phoney and always surrounded?”
Giving him a glare, I tossed a mto at him, telling him to leave my house.
“Stop your screaming, no one can hear.” He turned and walked back toward my room.
“Brandon, get away from my room!” I screamed, walking quickly toward him.
He entered my room, turned, and faced me. “All the scars on your skin: Post No Bills.” He stared at my wrists, covered with scars. I used to cut myself. I still did. His dull blue eyes, now filled with tears flickered up to my face. “Who wewe were was so beautiful. Remember who- who wewe were.”
My eyes started watering. He never alisema anything like this to me before. I didn’t know what to do. I just stood and watch him speak so slowly and softly.
“Hide from the mirrors that crack at the memories. Hide from your family, they won’t know wewe now.” Brandon motioned toward an old family picha on my dresser, sighing, and turning back to me. “For all the holes in our souls host no thrills.”
Grabbing my shoulders, Brandon began to weep. “Who wewe were was so beautiful. Remember who – who wewe were.” He held me close.
We stood like this for a while, crying, and holding each other. My makeup was running down my face, and for once, I couldn’t care less. Brandon had been trying to help me all of this time. All of this time that I was nothing but a Screenager.
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Teenage Cancer Trust are currently holding an Ebay auction for a Marshall Vintage Modern Amp signed kwa Muse! The auction ends at 21:00 (GMT) on Sunday 13th June. All the money raised goes to a great cause, so click on the link below and get bidding now!
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Leave me alone it's nothing serious
I’ll do it myself
It's got nothing to do with you
And there's nothing that wewe could do
wewe can see it and wewe can almost hear it too
wewe can almost taste it
It's nothing to do with you
And it's still nothing that wewe can do
So come in my cave
And I’ll burn your moyo away
Come in my cave
I’ll burn your moyo away
Please close your ears
And try to look away
So wewe never hear a single word I say
And don’t ever come my way
Leave me alone
It's nothing serious
I’ll do it myself
It's got nothing to do with you
And there's still nothing that wewe could do
So come in my cave
And I’ll burn your moyo away
Come in my cave
And arrest me for my mistakes
zaidi lyrics: link
I’ll do it myself
It's got nothing to do with you
And there's nothing that wewe could do
wewe can see it and wewe can almost hear it too
wewe can almost taste it
It's nothing to do with you
And it's still nothing that wewe can do
So come in my cave
And I’ll burn your moyo away
Come in my cave
I’ll burn your moyo away
Please close your ears
And try to look away
So wewe never hear a single word I say
And don’t ever come my way
Leave me alone
It's nothing serious
I’ll do it myself
It's got nothing to do with you
And there's still nothing that wewe could do
So come in my cave
And I’ll burn your moyo away
Come in my cave
And arrest me for my mistakes
zaidi lyrics: link
Confide in me
Sustain on my apathy
You're such a mess
wewe can learn not to confess
wewe will not find it in me
Simply because I can't
Wake up and find it in me
I`m in a coma
wewe will not find it in me
You'll reveal all your pains again
We'll fall asleep
So deeply out of reach
For years feeling dead
We can fall right out of bed
wewe will not find it in me
Simply because I can't
Wake and find it in me
I'm in a coma
wewe will not find it in me
You'll reveal all your pains again
hujambo such a mess but I don't care
Simply because I can't
Wake and find it in me
I'm in a coma
wewe will not find it in me
You'll reveal all your pains again
Sustain on my apathy
You're such a mess
wewe can learn not to confess
wewe will not find it in me
Simply because I can't
Wake up and find it in me
I`m in a coma
wewe will not find it in me
You'll reveal all your pains again
We'll fall asleep
So deeply out of reach
For years feeling dead
We can fall right out of bed
wewe will not find it in me
Simply because I can't
Wake and find it in me
I'm in a coma
wewe will not find it in me
You'll reveal all your pains again
hujambo such a mess but I don't care
Simply because I can't
Wake and find it in me
I'm in a coma
wewe will not find it in me
You'll reveal all your pains again