It's hard,
To have to live with myself,
Knowing that I've destroyed,
My own happiness.

That no matter,
How many meals I skip,
I'll never be whole,
I'll never be skinny.

No matter,
How much I try to cover my face,
With harsh chemicals,
I'll never be pretty.

No matter,
How much medication I take,
I'll never be happy,
And I'll never be healthy.

No matter,
How much I study,
I'll never be clever,
I'll never be perfect.

My demons aren't my friends,
They are me,
Holding me captive in my own mind,
Screams plastered behind a smile.

I'm like a jigsaw,
With missing pieces,
Useless and castaway,
A problem that can't be fixed.

Talking will help?
Sure it will,
I'll just become another number,
On another chart.

Another girl,
Without a family,
Homesick for a home,
That I never had.