If these walls could speak
They’d tell tales
Of the girl that cried herself to sleep
And cried over her fails.
The girl that stood in front of the mirror
And tore herself down
That dragged herself out of bed each day
Forced herself to not frown.
To smile, be okay
To just GET A GRIP.
They’d tell you how she’d hold it all together
For hours til she’s slip.
She’d grab the piece of glass
She’d hidden for days
And dig it into her wrists
In hope the throughts would slow their pace.
She’d exercise for hours
Til 3am and her eyes ached as much as her legs
She’d drop into bed, dreading the day ahead.
She’d walk into her room, trying to maintain the smile on her face
And as soon as she realised she was alone
And her thoughts would start to race
She collapses in the corner
Silent tears, not to cause a fuss
Hitting her head with her fists
Begging the voices to stop
But the torture persists.
You’d see the girl that laughs
And tries to make sure everyone’s okay
Belittle herself
Tell herself she’s worthless
Questioning how her life is in such disarray.
You see the girl everyone said is strong
Crumble into nothingness
Repeating to herself
That her mere existence is wrong.
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