Dear Esther,
Remember when,
"I'm not hungry...I really don't want to eat it."
I protested,
Cringing hopelessly at the plate of fish.
"Oh come on, Quinn. It's worth a try!"
"I don't want to be overweight anymore...I'm just sick of people calling me a disgusting bore!"
I cried with fresh hot tears stinging my eyes,
My emotions building up deep inside.
"Quinn, you're not fat. If you just chew on that pathetic salad, you'd be way too thin."
You told me,
Your face full of concern.
"I wish I could!"
I'm sorry,
Esther,
For being a horrible friend,
For giving you a hard time,
When you were always by my side
I'm sorry,
Mother,
For being such a terrible child,
That you had to suffer by taking care of me,
And that I was so despising,
That you had to leave the family
I'm sorry,
Anthea,
For being a troublesome sister,
That you have to cope and deal with
I'm sorry,
Father,
That I've let you down;
That I've always been the problem child
I'm sorry,
Everyone;
I give you my deepest apologies,
For being a walking trash can,
The one who's a gigantic sailboat,
That makes the world sink.
Quinn
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shards of the heart
Poetry❝the scars that screamed of revolutions inside her head and the shards that made up her heart were things that no one saw.❞ suffering from a terrifying eating disorder and from a shattered home, quinn's greatest tormentor is imperfection. her world...
