Little does this little girl know
That her heart has broke
Tears well, and then they race
On this little girls face
Her strength has been taken
Her will to live destroyed
She only knows she is shaken
Not how long she will survive
Thoughts that bring her pain fill her brain
They torture this girl the whole day
While on the sudden and unprovoked brink of tears
She sits down to think of all her fears
They fill her brain unwillingly
And take over this girls life
Reality hidden by shade
So much so that she turns to a blade
The scars on her wrists and thighs showing in her eyes
Each scar a battle wound with a story and a life
Every victory and triumph never shown clearer
Than on each scar because she still survived
This girl starved, and she purged, she binged, and she burned
Yet she is still alive