My temple is covered in scars
Each scar telling a story
Though most of them are gory
None is more so than ours

The largest scar holds the key
To the reasons all the others be
No one but the two of us knows
How the true story goes

And so I covered the temple with scars
Attempting to hide the true tale
Then locked myself behind these bars
In the end to no avail.

Like a rag doll in the rain
Your love, hence, purpose is gone
Now your forced to endure the pain
As you realize you were just a pawn

In your story this was the great love
In his you were just a bit part
As insignificant as an old glove
He tears out your still beating heart

It gets better they say
Then we roll our eyes to convey
That our faith in their words is a weak
As we're afraid our future is bleak.

However the truth is they're right
If you follow Recovery's path shining so bright
One day you will feel better, brighter
Just ask this writer.

I once was lost and meek
I was afraid to speak
But I rose and so can you
And now I have this new view

Life is light, joyful, fulfilling
When ED is not your king
When you're free to be who you are
You shin like a star

You sat by my bed everyday
You kept me spirit happy, gay
You gave me a reason to fight
Because if I died I wouldn't see your sight

You knew when I was in a rut
You knew when I had started to cut
You never judged
By my side, you never budged

You are the reason I now thrive
When many thought I would not survive
Now I start over in Oregon, Eugene
You saved my life Jeanine

Truth is I don't know how to thrive
I've spent my whole life just trying to survive
I can't remember my last genuine smile
That wan't simply to beguile

How does one get out of bed
When all your motivation is dead?
What fresh hell is all this inaction
What I wouldn't do for a distraction.

Who knew a never ending to-do list
Would be so sorely missed?
When there's no one to appease
How does one live life at ease?

Truth is I don't know how to thrive
I've spent my whole life just trying to survive
I can't remember my last genuine smile
That wan't simply to beguile

How does one get out of bed
When all your motivation is dead?
What fresh hell is all this inaction
What I wouldn't do for a distraction.

Who knew a never ending to-do list
Would be so sorely missed?
When there's no one to appease
How does one live life at ease?

Am I really leaving?
Truth be told, I feel like I'm deceiving
At night when I'm alone
I know that still my heart you own.

I was not happy with you
And now I'm miserable too
Keeping you happy kept me occupied
I'm so alone know I wish I would have died
That day when you went too far
But all I have are these scars.

I know I must be leaving
They say this is a stage of grieving
When you feel all alone
And you enter the unknown.

He came into my room one night
All was black, there was no light.
He dried my tears
Promising to ease my fears
The only thing I had to do to free me from my hell?
"Don't tell."

He protected my from pain
He told me I was anything but plain
I could be special
Not knowing he was the devil
I made wanted so much to excel
So I said, "I won't tell."

But he brought more pain
Than he ever brought gain
I became afraid
Of everything my eyes surveyed
I told him I was not well
He said, "Only bad girls tell."

I so I kept my promise to him
And my life turned grim
Until one day I came to discover
Without him I could finally to recover
So I told, "I will tell."
"And he could go straight to hell."