By 12 P.M.
She pretends to eat while joking with her friends.
By 3 P.M.
She smiles and acts like everything is perfect.
By 6 P.M.
She tells her family she ate a big lunch and excuses herself.
By 9 P.M.
She is curled up on her bathroom floor arms covered in red.
By 12 A.M.
She is laying under her covers shaking sobs racking her body.
By 3 A.M.
She clamps her hands over her ears trying to block out her demons.
By 6 A.M.
Exhaustion takes over her body and she falls asleep.
By 9 A.M.
Her alarm wakes her and she plasters a fake smile on her face ready to pretend yet again.
And at any other given time she wonders 'How did this become my daily routine?'
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PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
