The story of my demise

So many people talk about how i got this way,
But they never really gave me the chance to really say.
If people truly cared,
They would listen to my cries,
If the really wanted to listen,
They could hear what led me to my demise.

Did they ever think to wonder?
Wonder how it'd feel...
To experience so much terror,
Before every single meal,
Fear of what you might become
Cause of all the threats you were thrown
About becoming fat or a failure by your own loving mom,
No, no one wondered, wondered how it'd feel, so that is just another reason why they didn't have to deal.

Did they ever think to listen?
Listen with their heart...
To all the pain i felt,
When my family fell apart,
When daddy's little girl,
Was taken from her dad,
So her mom could f_ck some other,
And ruined all we ever had.
No, no one listened, listened with their heart, they just left me here alone to deal from the very start.

Did they ever think to ask?
Ask a question with true care...
For when i was forced to move,
Did it not occur i may not like it there.
What about the question,
Of why i left at meals,
Or why all the countless scars,
Placed above my heels.
No, no one asked, asked a question with true care, cause they never wanted to hear the pain i truly bare.

So many people talk about how i got this way,
But they never really gave me the chance to really say.
So if you really care,
And truly want to hear,
Then read again the lines above,
And my story will appear.

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