She

She sits there so still,

Fidgets and wants to be perfect,

She lies to her parents everyday,

They ask her if she has ate,

Lies fill her mouth to keep her parents out,

If they knew,

If they knew the truth,

They would try to save her before it is too late,

She doesn't want the help,

She has this under control by herself,

As soon as she is the number she wants,

Then she will slowly eat again.

But she begins to see her image,

Her reflection makes her cry,

All she sees is ugly, nasty lies,

Her friends call her pretty,

But the haters words fill her head,

Then an flashback begins,

It takes her back to sixth grade,

Then all of a sudden she has a blade,

She isn't herself anymore, But she left no open doors,

She has terrible scars from the past,

But slowly she pushes pressure down,

Slowly she slides the blade across her side.

Friends of hers now a days are not the best,

If they took a piss test,

They would not pass,

But She has slowly been brought to it too,

Now everyday she fends for a pipe,

Cries for the image of it becoming another hit and light,

Her image of a good girl is leaving,

No one has realized she is depleting,

But now she has no one to save her,

Because she shut the world out,

No one knows how bad she is,

But the secrets will never escape her lips.

A friend has had a problem,

and then she did too,

But they both got away from the addiction,

Just barely got away,

But she was given an offer,

She just couldn't say no to,

So she lies and sneaks out,

And she is consumed again,

How could she do this,

To everyone,

But She doesn't tell them,

So does that mean they wont get hurt?