Only 13 when it all began
heart beating again and again
blood pouring out of her skin
a year later just a year older
14 hasn't gotten any better
her wrist pump her bones are seen
anas taken over haven't you seen?
two more years maybe will help
16s the charm maybe some growth
her stomachs still flat
nothing you can see
her bones poke out
like thorns
on a tree
maybe one more year will
help her out
or maybe
that year will just
ware her out
it did indeed
indeed it did
that blue eyed girl
had lost again
YOU ARE READING
My escape from reality
PoesíaWhen im bored I write poems so enjoy.xx **UPDATED, AS OF 12/30/2020..** I have been inactive on this account since 2015. These poems I wrote when I was 12-14 years old. My poems in this collection can be triggering to some.
