I'm used to being canceled on,
To being stood up,
To being left out.
I'm used to being blamed,
To being bullied,
To being invisible.
I'm used to crying in my room,
To the lack of sleep,
To the feel of the blade on my arm,
To the purging after a meal.
I'm used to it all.
Don't feel guilty
I've learned to lower my expectations
To try and make these things not matter.
I'm used to it,
All of it.