Blissful ignorance

You’ll never know the mind of anorexia
Contemplating a bulimic is a step to far
Depression is a struggle against which you will never make a stand
The plight of a cutter is not a control you can wrap up tight in hand

Loneliness is an ache to which you have no claim to relate
Luckily for you laughter is a sound you will never grow to hate
Numbness is not a frame in which your picture will be set
You’ve never had to live a year of absolute regret