I never told anyone. That's the best part of when she says I do it for attention. I never held my wrists up to god and asked him to let everyone see. I wore sweaters to hide my destruction from the rotten hearted, I smiled to keep everyone believing that I was blending into the background just fine. No one noticed
Until it was too much
I hit the nightmares and dreamt of
a thick dripping
a foggy glance of old bottles before an inevitable darkness
someone found out.
was it the dark circles? Did my facade slip? Did my sleeve?
My grades went from A's to B's.
They weren't worried
It was the fact that I forgot to turn in
an essay on
Maybe I gave up then? or Did i give up before then? Did I ever really even have anything to give up? My ribs shone through my shirts and my skin was fading and i piled on make up to make it seem like I was healthy
its just winter
When I think about this, after she says I only have my mental instability to get attention, it gets worse. I wish I could forget it all
put it behind me
be what god wants me to be
would i be happy?
would i be okay?
would the vertical lines