I know I have some problems,
Depression could be one.
Feeling so low I just cope,
But I know I can't tell mum.

Self-harming has occurred a few times,
As you may guess, it is my release,
You may look down or be ashamed,
But it is the only way I am set free.

The scars I own remind me,
Of the secrets that I hold.
But as you judge the wounds upon my arm,
It is a dark story that could be told.

One other is my eating,
Which is one that only a few will know.
But this is one of my deepest issues,
That has affected me greatly, so,
Although I may not be able to have children,
Or lead a long happy life as I've wished,
I've still created the most remarkable memories,
Replacing the opportunities I've missed.

I do not have the best life,
But I do not have the worst.
And even though it has been a struggle,
I am blessed for the journey I've had.