She’s thirteen
And can already
Tell you everything
About self destruction.
She can tell you how
To dress fresh cuts,
In the dark with
Makeshift bandages.
And witch foods are
Easy to throw up.
She knows a thousand
Excuses “I already ate”
“ I’m just cold”
“ it was the cat” “ it was a tree”
She learned to hold
All her feelings inside
Until later at night,
And cover her mouth
With her hand so
No one hears her.
She’s perfected
Her fake smile.
And she’s been taught
-oh so painfully
To build her walls up
High, to kee everyone out..
This is scary but kinda true tbh