A six year old girl ran to the bathroom

And stretched Scotch tape from her eyes to her ears

To make herself as pretty as girls society consumes

To hide her insecurities, and fears

A thirteen year old girl ran to the drawer

And pulled out a long silver paring knife

And crimson blood dripped on her mother’s floor

The scars seemed to be worth more than her life

A sixteen year old girl sat down to write

The painstaking note would have been her last

But she dropped the pen and looked to the light

She saw her lost future, her tattered past

And so she began the journey ahead

To love herself and leave the rest unsaid

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