Poems from s u n f l o w e r
This is an ode to the girl who stands before me each day
Survivor of rape,
Survivor of Bullimia
Survivor of self harm
Survivor of herself...
I may not be much to you
You probably don't have a clue who I am
Well neither do I
I was raised off of smiles and kindness
Then beat down...
Dear Ana, it's me a friend
The one you almost pushed to the very end
Dear Ana my knuckles still scarred
Ana, why?
Why have you come back to...
All you’ve had to eat for the past 2 days are your own fingernails Skinny girls hip bone wishes You want to be skinny Skinny means pretty...