Elizabeth Bennett
I wasn't hungry.
They believed me,
And in the end,
I suppose I believed myself.
It was that cat.
This is when you know there stupid.
I don't even have a cat.
And then thin red line
Is obviously not a cat scratch.
But I shouldn't be complaining.
I wanted to die,
And if they had known,
It would have been a lot harder.
I would have been in therapy
A l o t s o o n e r.
I wouldn't have felt
The sweet relief of metal
Or the pretty pang of hunger
As often as I did.
I did it to be beautiful.
I refused to eat the food
Because maybe,
Just maybe
Then they'd accept me.
And honestly?
Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.
Why did I do it?
When I failed to be beautiful,
It was the last thing I could think to do
I cut as deep as I could
But it wasn't deep enough.