Mistaken

Mental Illnesses

I kept it a secret for one more day,
But I know they'll find out anyway.
The cuts that litter my thighs and hips,
I keep them covered and it doesn't escape my lips.
I'll wear long pants and I'll keep it covered.
It really is hard to recover.
The pain is real,
I just need to feel.
It's hard when you always want to skip your meals.
Eating disorders are demons inside.
But they don't like to hide.
Self-harm is like drowning in an ocean,
The only thing you can do is cut yourself open.
Depression is like a dense fog,
Because everything you do is considered wrong.
Anxiety is like a horse race,
You freak out then you try to save face.
Mental illnesses make your head all wrong,
It helps when the bands put it into songs.
But the judgey people will do just that,
And they'll always talk behind your back.