Invisible in Despair
No one counts the
Tears of the awkward fat girl
No one notices the
Marks she made, carefully hidden
No one sees the
Despair in her eyes, she is drowning
No one notices her
Not-so-silent pleas for help, to make it stop
No one notices when
She never comes back to her hell
4/27/11
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This was me growing up. Deep inside me (and sometimes closer to the surface than I'd like) is this little fat kid who got teased and bullied. My scars are deep and not so hidden sometimes, and the triggers that make them bleed are not always known to me. Sometimes I hate that little girl, and others, I just want to protect her. It is only recently that I, too, stopped ignoring her completely.
That has been the start of my own healing.
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