Never did she tell a soul.
About her harmful game.
For she thought it was a fun thing.
Alone she played all day.
This way, that way, left and right.
Up and down or aross each side.
Lies and hurt race out of her,
In a strange red liquid form.
Yet she knows no different,
She self harmed since she was small.
One day mummy said to her.
"Sweetie lets have tea."
Yet she did not want to eat,
She feared it secretly.
"You have to eat your vegetables, for they are good for you."
So reluctantly she gulped.
Then to the bathroom she would race you.
Falling to her knees her face in the porcelain bowl.
Nothing ever changed this girl,
She did not die when old.
Her blood loss amounts were fatal, her body had no food, yet she achieved her goal in life.
Be in control and skinny too.
