trying to conceptualize the reality which surrounds me
The cruelty of this world made me want to die,
from silence and keeping it within yourself,
to gradually opening up to family and friends
to hearing that it isn’t your fault at all,
My eyes could never be open,
The Nightingale sat there in her cage being given the tastiest morsels of food,
My stomach grumbled as I looked around,
I didn’t need the mirror to tell me that I had already lost another pound.