My secret.

"She's so skinny." they whisper behind my back.

Not knowing this words could break my neck.

"She's a cutter, hurting herself!" they scream.

Yes, red lines on a skin like cream.

They judge me. They hate me.

I'm the girl they'll never see.

"Darling, could you please tell me the truth." mum begs.

Not knowing this words could break my legs.

"It's nothing. All's okay, really, I'm fine."

were the only words in my bloody line.

No more light in my eyes.

And all my words were just lies.

They'll never know my secret.

Never know my thoughts.
They'll never know, not even a bit.
Never know my thoughts.
My secret, my heart my life.
My god is my life.
Let me starve, let me cut.
Let me die without a "but".

"I want to look like her" they said.
Not knowing this words could make me sad.
"Freak" they called me every day.
I am all, but not okay.
They don't know that I am afraid.
They only fear and feel my hate.

They'll never know my secret.
Never know my thoughts.
They'll never know, not even a bit.
Never know my thoughts.
My secret, my heart, my life.
My god is my life.
Let me starve, let me cut.
Let me die without a "but".

They'll never know how broken I am.
They'll never know how lonely I am.
They'll never know my inner world.
They'll know why I am so hurt.
Hurting myself and starving to death
That's all I really have.

(c) Nessie