The pit in her stomach started when she was 11,
Growing til she was 16,
waking up one day, afraid to live,
Bullied for 11 years, the whole time she was in school,
She knew she wasn't as skinny as other girls,
She knew she wasn't pretty enough,
It was proven.
when her first love left her for another girl,
Everyday she found out how useless she was,
losing friends for no reason,
Letting the pit in her stomach become darkness surrounding her,
Til the only reason she left the house was for work, and school
The only reason she left her room was to eat,
She couldn't let her parents be suspicious,
When she was 13 everything went into a down spiral,
experimenting with self harm and becoming addicted,
For three years she then dealt with the darkness,
Sweatshirts covering scars,
Words carved into her ankles
Hope being lost.
Her only way to vent,
through poetry,
Yet finding it harder to put words together,
Get the energy to type all the words she's feeling,
The only words she could find for how she felt,
empty,
Alone,
Just plain sad.
So she.
I mean I,
wake up everyday, afraid to live,
But I still put on a smile,
So that everyone else doesn't have to worry,
while I slowly die inside.
It may not be good, sorry, Just how I felt ya know?