Keep Fighting

A girl looks in the mirror,
And is frightened all to quickly,
For what she sees in the mirror,
Makes her feel quite sickly.1


She knew she hurt,
She knew she was beaten,
But as she looked at herself,
It was as if she was eaten.2


Her skin was battered,
By bruises and gashes,
Her body was scarred,
By the whips and the lashes.3


She knew it could only be her fault after all,
She knew that she probably shouldn’t,
She wished she could take it all back,
But now she knew she couldn’t.4


They were going to see her,
For what she truly was,
An anorexic victim,
Who was beaten just because.5


She lashed herself,
Out of rage and out of pain,
She knew they would see it,
And make her hurt again.6


Her girlfriend would cry,
The beatings would start,
Her classmates would gang up on her,
And break her heart.7


She tries to cover it,
Under makeup and long clothing,
They would see through it,
And expose all her loathing.8


She wants out,
She wants it to end,
But nothing is working,
Pills wear off and cuts will mend.9


She tries to hang herself,
But she’s much too light,
From starving herself,
Day and night.10


Nothing can help her,
She’s broken beyond repair,
She’s missing some parts,
That just aren’t there.11


She sees what she’s doing,
She knows that it’s wrong,
But it’s hard to stop,
After doing it so long.12


Watching them fall,
The blood and the tears,
Running together,
Are her soul with her fears.13


Choking now,
And crying out,
Can no one hear,
Her broken soul shout?14


Here goes the blade,
Here falls the blood,
As it consoles her,
With it’s soothing flood.15


Fall to the floor,
Cold and dark blood,
For the cold tile awaits,
Your warming flood.16

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The message that comes,
To all the fake friends,
Watch out for the monster,
That hides around the bend.18


Yet to me you say,
Monsters aren’t real,
Look in the mirror,
Then see how she feels…19

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And to all of those,
That wish to see,
Where this girl is,
Look inside of me.21

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Look to the girls,
That have monsters to fight,
Eating disorders,
And so many “wrongs” that they have to right.23

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Look to the boys,
With scars on their wrists,
Wounds in their souls,
And marks on their fists.25

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From punching walls,
And cutting deep,
From not eating,
And loosing sleep.27

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We have to hold on,
Try not to let go,
For the ones that are fighting,
Are so much stronger than they know.29

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X†♥†X Sincerely signed,
Your suicidal Lullaby X†♥†X