Please
I woke up today
And for once it was sunny
I opened my eyes
Things felt real funny
I wasn’t empty
But I wasn’t sad
I wasn’t manic
I wasn’t mad
I looked in the mirror
And shocked I saw
Something that’s never
Been there before
A scared little teen
With eyes sunken in
Covered in scars
Skeletal thin
A girl that would lie
To the ones who she loved
About the food and the purging
The scars and the blood
A girl too ill
To see herself dying
A girl who just deals
With the tears and the crying
I don’t want to be
The girl in the glass
I want to be well
I want this to pass
Please, this time, help me
God I have to succeed
Don’t let me hurt again
Don’t let me bleed
Help me to eat
However fat I feel
Please help me do this
Please help me heal…
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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