Do You Know?

Do you know what it's like...

This is just the beginning, so I will add more as it comes to me.

Do you know what it’s like,

To wake up in the morning only to look in the mirror and see the same. ugly. face?

To pressure yourself so hard to look like this unachievable standard we call perfect?

To starve yourself so that you can lose justtwo more pounds.

So that maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to accept yourself, your honest self, asyour true self.

Neither do I.


Do you know what it’s like,

To think that your life is so bad that all you can do is…      take that knife,

And draw on your arms and legs like a pen drawing on paper.

Your blood being the ink left behind in your anger.

Neither do I.


Do you know what it’s like,

To have one parent locked up for life, and have the other beat you when they come home drunk from the bar,

To only have your older brother there for you, and sometimes not even that because he was taken away for the drugs in his pocket.

Neither do I.


Do you know what it's like,

To be in a fight that’s not physical,

To fight a war that's not in this world, but the world you call your thoughts.

To lose a battle against the only person who is stronger than you?...


I know what that’s like.


The End

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