Her the real HER

What you see

She smiles all day,

surrounded by friends.

She sits and may only pray,

They don't know she waits until it ends.

There are no scars,

no physical damage.

She looks at the stars

doesn't know how she would manage.

Without her pen and paper

She is nothing.

For you see she doesn't want a later.

She wants something.

She scribbles and types away locked in her room

She's not alone she counts on the voices.

For in the shadows they loom,

making her choices.

You'll see her in the hallways yet she only looks at her feet.

So scared of what might happen she cries,

You'll never see her eat.

On the inside she dies.

When she was little she had long hair,

So long, 

"fake" people would cough,

They pulled and pulled 'cause they couldn't compare.

She ran home with tears in her eyes right away to chop it off.

Down went the chocolate locks,

scattered on the floor,

landing on her socks,

Turned and right out the door.

For the park bench she went a small 4 foot child,

10 years old and a wish to die,

She looked at the sky so gentle and mild,

She couldn't do this to her ma' so she started to cry.

4 foot and a small prayer

To be set free and move for infinity

She was dragged into the hospitals layer,

in high school she met this girl named Trinity.

Begging for it to stop lately that was a dream,

She woke in a cold sweat got ready for school and to face the day,

'Let it all end today or let me end me today' with a shine in her eyes a gleam

Everyday she would pray.

Then it was over

Her bus crashed and she was in the back.

She held her lucky clover,

she was gone with a crack.

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This is just a dumb dark poem that i wrote some of it is true some isn't you decide which parts are and aren't

 I am NOT emo or anorexic or Bulimic or suicidal but i do understand why they do it.