Written 02/17/2015

Marks on her arm
She confided in self harm 
Struggling to be her idea of thin
For only then could she win
On a given day she can be witty and clever 
Other days she can't keep her thoughts together 
.....
Self destruct you must 
Never will you be more than an object of fickle lust
Stop eating 
Yourself you are defeating 
Bleed yourself dry
Secretly you know you want to die
Away the smile you must file 
Grow up and live with your lies for awhile 
Stop letting them believe you are more 
Strip your veil and reveal the hor
.....
But she is not sad
For a brief moment she went mad
Into the corner let her fade
No more by her am I to be played 
Her whisper looms 
If I'm not careful me she consumes