Rotten teeth and yellowed skin,
The shivers and the shakes
The secrecy and hiding,
Long sleeves and extra layers,
The face-numbing fear
Trying to hide all the marks,
And the more-than-I-can-bear;
The constant “Am I good enough?”
The terror of being unloved,
The horror of hating yourself . . .
There’s nothing glamorous in self-destruct.
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