Hannah's P.O.V
That's what you are.
You told me that you understood.
When I opened up, you told me I was weak.
I closed myself off.
You said that I could get
Better if I wanted.
But do you think I could get better if I wanted to?
But do you really think the way I do?
Do you drag a blade across your skin to feel alive?
Do you constantly think of what will happen when your
Gone?
Do you dodge mirrors,
Fearing the hideous monster
That reflects upon you?
Do you hide behind masks
Of fake laughter and
Personality, just to make
Sure every one believes you
When you say you're OK?
Do you battle yourself while
Eating, trying to hold back
The urge to make yourself
Sick or just get rid of it?
Do you even understand how hard it is for me to breath anymore?
Do you know how hard it is to lie to everyone so no one has to worry about you?
Don't call me weak until you
Know how I feel every day
I'm barely living.
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Ficção AdolescenteEating, a thing we do to survive, but it slowly became a problem for Hannah maray brown based on a true story
