Lurking around every corner you pass;
Waiting and watching to see if you'll last.

Being judged about every move you make;
And they wonder how long until you break.

You watch them whisper and giggle until you start to cry;
As they continue, you can't help but feel shy.

You're afraid that the crying will turn into much more;
But as you think about it, your body becomes sore.

Crying, cutting and starving won't help you at all;
But it gets so bad that you're now as soulless as a doll.

You've hit rock bottom as the scars start to appear;
Only then you see how bad, and you spill a few tears.

When you look in the mirror you don't recognize yourself;
You've hurt yourself badly, and believe you belong on the shelf.

You sit there is silence hating yourself for what you've become;
At that moment you decide to turn your life around, and leave the situation numb.