All I can see is long sleeves, 
lipstick stains and makeup masks
hiding marked skin, chapped lips,
tired eyes. Remember when we didn't
want to go to bed? Now we're 
wishing we didn't have to wake up. 
Wishing we were dead. Tears drenching
our pillows at 3:48 in the morning. 
Tonight's 5 days clean, almost a week. 
It's an extremely difficult challenge 
to keep. We are silent, we hardly speak 
above a whisper. Our voices hoarse, 
we want, so desprately to be listened to. 
Can you recall the moment when you 
started hating yourself? 

-A.F.W.