She stared at her thighs,
Tears streaming her face,
Wanting to hide,
In an isolated place.
Fatter and fatter,
They grew and grew,
Before her eyes,
Yet nobody knew.
The pain she felt,
As she watched her reflection,
Searching around her,
Wanting protection.
Her heart starts to bleed,
And her bones start to wither,
Her skin loses colour,
She continues to shiver.
The person inside her,
Causing these thoughts,
Distort her reality,
And need to be caught.
She has an illness,
A serious one too,
So please don't ignore it,
Cause next could be you.
So let's raise awareness,
Of these devils inside,
Let's hunt them down,
Leaving nowhere to hide.
Reach out your hand,
Come on, speak out,
We will beat this together,
Lets scream and shout--
To victory at last!
Its been a long time coming,
So many lost lives,
But we're no longer running.
E.M Pearson
Not one of my best poems... I'm very aware of that. This poem was written for the purpose of awareness as oppose to an expression of emotion. Too many people suffer from mental illness and too many of these cases get ignored. Its time to take a stand.
*PLEASE NOTE* The first few stanzas of this poem may be triggering to vulnerable readers.
