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Emily Tyler Feb 2013
Livie told her parents
About the cuts on her wrists
From the girls at school
And the calorie counting
In a little green notebook shoved into pockets.

Livie's parents
Fed her
To the dragon called
Mr. Therepist
Who chewed forever.

And he plumped her up
With lies
So that they spilled from her mouth
Like a fountain.
And she threw up
So many times
That she started to believe them.

And
Mr. Therepist
Spit her out
In a big
Sticky
***.
Shaped my monster spit
And
Stomach acid
From when she threw up lies.

And though she was finally in school,
Livie stayed gone.

Livie had dissolved in the dragon's stomach,
Leaving piles of bones
And shadows
Under eyes.


She never came back.
I changed her name because the word Livie flows a lot better than her name.
Venga May 2017
'I cant help you
If you dont talk'

Maybe I cant
Talk
I Silently whispered

It is a swamp
Of silence

Not even my
Therepist
Can sweeten my pain

My unwarranted
Pain

The pain that
Shouldnt exist

Im too young
To know what
Pain is

Too young to
Have scars on my
Soul

The sun should
Always be on my
Youthful face

So i move on
Ignoring my
Invisible pain

The scars nobody
Cares to see
Megan Dec 2018
I love it...

It's my therepist
sorry this one is really short
but there is always more to come

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