How come when I was seven
All I wanted was to win that race
Draw all day and eat what I wanted
And be a "big girl" like they said I was
How come now that I'm the "big girl" I wanted to be
All I want is to win the feeling of happiness
Draw on my skin not picture but lines of blood and stop eating to become beautiful like them
And be the happy little girl I was before
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Depression in words
PoetrySome poems are about my friend who passed. Learn more of my ugly side