7,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

atoms manifest to make me up 

Minus the food I used to purge

How many atoms am I now?

People don't know I'm a prozac-popping

Self-harm recovered, radiant teen.

20 millagrams, plus the 10 and 10 more I was prescribed.

Who really knows me? 

The brown haired bisexual that lives in my body

Used to bully and berate herself to near-death.

Plus the bulimia that scars my esophogus.

Why wasn't I happy?

Today being true is all I can be.

Three or four close friends, and family

Minus negative vibes and violent tendencies,

Where was this girl all these years?