Cracked.
Cracked. Like her heels. Heels that now lay unused because she no longer possesses the strength to hold herself up.
Cracked. Like her hands that have gripped countless others, but now lay dry and untouched.
Cracked. Like her voice when she tells people she's ok. Looking down while trying to hold back the tears.
Cracked like the plates she wont eat from, like the walls that surround her day by day, like her family, that can't see she is slowly, fading, away.
Cracked like the smile she forces when people look at her. But inside she begs them to look away.
Cracked like her eyes, dry from tears because she's already shed to many today, like the scales when she triple checks to see how much she will weigh after eating a single piece of chocolate.
Her first meal today.
Society cracked her,
She's cracked like her heart.
Because she, is not okay.
