When I was younger, I was so confused.
Why would someone tear their skin,
Draw blood and leave scars on purpose?
And then I found out.
When I was younger, I was so confused.
Why would someone bend over a toilet bowl,
Empty their stomach until they were shaky and pale.
And then I understood.
As I grew up, I became more confused.
Who was this person I was becoming?
The person I promised I wouldn’t become,
Broken inside; a monster with a sick mind.
But then I accepted it.
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