Unsaid
A six year old girl ran to the bathroom
And stretched Scotch tape from her eyes to her ears
To make herself as pretty as girls society consumes
To hide her insecurities, and fears
A thirteen year old girl ran to the drawer
And pulled out a long silver paring knife
And crimson blood dripped on her mother’s floor
The scars seemed to be worth more than her life
A sixteen year old girl sat down to write
The painstaking note would have been her last
But she dropped the pen and looked to the light
She saw her lost future, her tattered past
And so she began the journey ahead
To love herself and leave the rest unsaid