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I have a joke. What do you call a girl with a face as white as snow and wrists the size of a toothpick, because she has weight on her that no eyes could possibly see but her own which are blinded by self hatred? 
Starving. 

Wait I have another one. What do you call an edgy boy whos eyes veer away from yours when they meet because he cant even look you in the eye for fear that you're secretly judging his every breath with such hatred that your skin burns?
Scared. 

No? Not funny? What about this one? What do you call a girl whos only escape is the art she paints on her body with a metal paintbrush and bright red paint that nobody seems to want to admit to seeing?

Or how about a boy who smiles every day in hopes to liberate himself so he no longer has to feel the pain of the sadness that has engulfed his soul and took over his everything and is now slowly ripping apart his mind and making him believe that he's better off dead? 

Do you get it?

Not yet? Let me try a different one. A girl with a broken heart who cant find a god damned shelter big enough for all her troubles in this pouring rain of broken dreams and the puddles of lost hope so instead she keeps it all to herself because she believes that she is a burden to everyone under the sun and it slowly rips away at her until the monsters under her bed are now in her head and she cant get the voices to leave her alone. What is she?
Sad. 

Still not funny? Okay last one. A really messed up society decides to take all these things and turn them into a fashion trend. Wanna know the punch line? They burn down the world and wipe out the ones who are truly affected by these disorders as if they are the attention seekers. 

But it's okay. Because its funny. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

IM SORRY IF ITS BAD I WROTE IT FAST FOR A CONTEST PLS BE NICE

Joarge89's picture

Beautifully written with a

Beautifully written with a great message... Thanks for sharing.  Please never question the uniqueness or brilliance of your own work.  Everyone has their own style, everyone has their own aesthetic - all of which are just as beautiful as the next.


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