I Knew A Girl Once...

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I know this book is on multiple sites, but it's all me. I've posted this poem on 2 sites already, see which one I'mt he most comfortable with, I'll continue using it. But this is a true story, on my life. I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, comment, subscribe, favourite/heart and tell your friends please! And I use Quotev more than I use this site, so if you want to read more of my stories, feel free to go on Quotev to read them. (you can enter as a guest, no need to register if you don't want to!)

Submitted: April 03, 2014

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I hate life, and everything in it.
Most people already know that,
But for those who didn't, there you go.

It's no big secret, that I have anorexia.
Even I admit to it, which is very unexpected,
From a person who has it, I know.

But I do, and I am fighting it,
And I am still going strong,
I have the name of survivor.

I'll tell you a story, and we'll see,
What you think of it. Your interpretation
Of it, is up to you. So here goes:

I knew a girl once, who always thought she was fat.
Everyone around her knew it  too, some tried to help,
But worse, most didn't try to stop her, in fear of... something.

They all acted like nothing was wrong, including the girl herself.
But they all knew what she was hiding, she wasn't very good
At keeping secrets by herself, even though they're about her.

Every day, she kept on looking skinnier than the day before.
All of the teachers noticed too, even ones who didn't know her.
They all gathered around one day, and decided what they should do.

Whether they should all intervene, hold an intervention, or stay away
They were all afraid of something too. though they themselves cannot tell you
Because although they're adults, they actually don't know either.

It was just the presence of the girl. Anyway, I'm going off track.
As I said, day by day, she was getting worse. In the end, though,
The teachers decided that they should let the parents do the work

What they didn't know was, she didn't have any real parents
No parents that would love an cherish there child, anyway.
The girl was only good at hiding one thing: the beatings she got.

So day after day she came to school, now looking like a stick.
The teachers thought; one more day and we'll intervene
But as day after day came and went, they didn't push the subject.

Until that one, fateful day where the world crumbled beneath them,
As they got a letter from her parents, that there child was gone.
She wasn't gone as in escaped, she was GONE. Forever, and can't be replaced.

The teachers naturally felt devastated that they didn't help earlier,
When they knew they could've. After all, they knew how sickly thin she was,
They knew the about the beatings too, for one day at school, she showed them to the world.

Knowing that when the day's afternoon comes, she'll be gone forever,
With no soul left on this Earth that she hated so badly.
She showed everyone, for she knew nobody could help her anymore.

And so now you know the story of a girl who was the exact same as me,
Do you wonder who the actual girl is? Well, do you? I'll tell you.
She was my twin. My lifeline, my saviour, and now that she is gone,

I know that I will have to stop. I know that unless I want to die so early like her,
Like Annamarie, I will continue being this skinny, and get no help.
And once I have healed myself, with a lot of therapy sessions,

I will help others who are in the exact same situation as me,
And I will be their lifeline, their saviour.
Never be afraid to get help, like me. It doesn't hurt.


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