Crimson red trickling down my skin,
Reminding me that I failed,
Once again.
No one understands my strange addiction,
To relieve my soul from my confliction,
To pierce the skin,
Such an ugly scar,
Something seen up close,
And not afar,
You would never know this girl is crying,
Much less would you know that this girl is dying,
Dying of something she can't control,
The more she restricts, the harder the toll,
Just eat normal they say,
But with every cut she gives her life away,
Everyday and every night,
She lies awake, full of thoughts,
For her family's sake,
Such high expectations,
She must arise,
She must learn to cope before she dies...
Inspired by ThatChristian
