Maybe it Will End

Small Skinny Girl

Small Skinny Girl
At 11 years old she sits alone in her room,
Holding her baby fat and crying.

Small Skinny Girl,
With a Happy Family,
At 12 she skips meals,
Eyeing the blade,
Wondering if she can.

Small Skinny Girl,
With a Happy Family,
and a Bundle of friends,
At 13 she can,
She doesn't cry at the pain,
She enjoys the slow drip of the blood.

Small Skinny Girl,
With a Happy Family,
a Bundle of Friends,
and No Scars On Her Wrists,
At 14 she sits alone again,
this time at the toilet,
she holds her toothbrush
and she puts it down her throat.

Small Skinny Girl,
Who Had A Happy Family,
A Bundle Of Friends,
and No Scars On Her Wrists,
At 15 she sits in a casket,
The scars on her hips hidden away,
The pills that she swallowed flushed out of her system,
Her past hid away,
because who would believe that this small skinny girl would hurt herself this way?

Depression.
Self-Harm.
Eating Disorders.

They do not care who you are.

Depression.
Self-Harm.
Eating Disorders.

They do not care if you are a small skinny girl,
With a Happy Family,
Or if You Have a Bundle Of Friends,
They do not care if you put your harm on your wrists.

They do not care.
They do not care.
They do not care about the small skinny girl who hid them behind a smile.
They do not care.

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I wrote this on a napkin at a restaurant and I thought is share it with you lovelies. I've decided to keep this open, because I know I'll want to relapse later in life and I've started writing when I want to.

Till next time, which will hopefully be far in the future.