They ponder on why you starve yourself,
yet,
Complain when you are over-eating.
They tell you to seek help,
yet,
question on why you have a counselor.
They tell you to get a boyfriend,
yet,
Call you a **** once done.
What if they found out I cried myself to sleep every night.
Get over it?
What if they found out I slit my wrist as an escape.
Attention?
Next time I should just dig the razor blade a tiny bit deeper.
And
just
Bleed.
Now THAT would surely satisfy them.