I used to be skin stretched over bone with red ribbons tied around my wrists and thighs
but I was not a gift
Breathing was hard and my throat was raw from screaming til I had no words
at school I was nothing more than a hushed voice at the back of the room that no one heard
Dark rooms and soft voices asking "how do you feel today?" and "are you having those thoughts again?"
Lying came without thought,
I feel fine and no I dont have those thoughts
I feel great and no I dont have those thoughts
I used to be hard like glass and would shatter to pieces under the slightest weight with blood dripping on the carpet
