She sits in her room
And writes out her sorrows
Getting it on paper
She can face tomorrow
A razor in hand
She slices through her pain
Destroying her own body
Trying to forget her shame
Looking in the mirror
She despises what she sees
The words pop in her head
“Pale, awkward, fat, ugly”
She stumbles through the day
Tells everyone she’s fine
She tries to force a smile
So they’ll all believe her lie
She chooses to be on her own
Loner is her middle name
Because people ask questions
Too complicated to explain
She lies awake at night
Afraid to shut her eyes
Scared of what she might see
Terrified of her own mind
She writes it all down
Poems of her sorrow
If I get it on paper
I can face tomorrow
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It will be ok, I promise.
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