I rarely
discussed
the topic
of my parents.
I mostly,
at all costs,
tried to avoid
the thought
of them.
My parents,
young and bored,
married
for the reason
being
they simply could.
My mother
had not
wanted
children.
I was an accident,
but as a child
she liked to
remind me that
she rarely
made mistakes.
I
being
her
most
grave
one.
Though I was a surprise,
my father
and the Christian
deep within him
found it sinful
to kill a fetus.
So I was born.
I can't help
but wonder
as I throw up
my dinner
and the word
relapse
repeats
in my head
that maybe
if they would
have killed me
it would have
saved a ton
of people
from pain
and mishap.
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Ana in Wonderland
PoetryPreslee Taylor - it girl of Northwood High. Everyone adores her and wants to be her, except her. She hates herself, and starves herself, and cuts herself. She is at a constant battle with anorexia, bulimia, and depression. Will she win the fight for...