I come from a broken home, where nothings ever safe,

I hear the dishes break, the screams they make

And the black and blue thats painted on my mother's face.

I come from a place of insecurity. 

Where I fill the toliet to the brim, with my own self- hate.

And I stare at the mirror, wishing to be thin,

Skinny is worth the wait.

I come from a place where I am always alone,

Walking to the beat of my own drum.

They call me dead inside, I'm as cold as a stone.

I come from a place of Bulimia, Anxiety, Depression and Suicide.

Where the pills I took refuse to kill me,

And the scars on my thighs define me in the eyes of society.

I come from a place of disturbing beauty,

Where my tan skin, pitch black hair, and piercing blue eyes,

Confuse those around me. 

Am I beautiful? or am I a curse?

Where do I come from?