She’s kidding;

After all, the pale thin scars
are simply lines drawn with white chalk-
So easily erased,

Submerge her in water;
of course she can breathe-
she’s only flailing for attention that she’ll never receive

They say she's stopped her meals
stopped all her eating
just trying to fit in

 She can't possibly be dying,
She's not such a lucky girl
She only wants it to be faster
So she can join her family's world.

A world that's way beyond this life
A world without pain,
A world without strife
A world where only the dead can stay
A place where skeletons have their way.

The End

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