Years ago I met a girl,
Who confessed she once fantasized,
About struggling with mental illness.
She wanted to be like her favorite artists,
Craved a diagnosis to make her interesting,
A beauty mark that interrupted an otherwise plain face.
That was of course until,
Her eating disorder took control,
And that unique little trait started to **** her.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
Years ago I met a girl,
Who confessed she once fantasized,
About struggling with mental illness.
She wanted to be like her favorite artists,
Craved a diagnosis to make her interesting,
A beauty mark that interrupted an otherwise plain face.
That was of course until,
Her eating disorder took control,
And that unique little trait started to **** her.
