Today I went to the doctors for a stupid check up.
She had the check my stomach. I hoped she wouldn't say anything. But of course she did.
"Oh I see some art work."
Bitch that's not art that is my pain.
"Does your psychiatrist know about this?"
No but I'm going to lie and say she does.
"Do you think you're fat?" She said
Meaning the words carved into my skin.
"Yeah"
I am fat. I'm all the words I carved into myself.
Fat, stupid, cow, worthless and loser.
Later I had to lie to my mom I had to say they were old. Had to say I was fine now. How I'm happy. But if she saw my thighs. She'd know that was a lie.
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The broken
شِعرThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
