For some, the world when they are alone is different,
For many, it is still just as brilliant,
Few are indifferent
But for others, the pain and loneliness is instant.
While the rest of the world is happy and smiles,
A shell of a human is curled up on the bathroom tiles,
Wishing for the pain to go away,
Just so that they can push through one more day.
The voices in her head are what she struggles with most,
Telling her that she is “worthless”, “fat” and “gross”.
She wants someone to hear her cries,
Before all they can say is their goodbye’s.
She’s in her room now, laying on the bed,
Thinking if it would be better off if she were dead,
She doesn’t want to die, she just wants the voices to stop,
Because if they were gone, maybe she would no longer sob.
She can’t remember the last time she was truly happy,
Maybe before it was the first time that she was called a “fatty”,
Or maybe it was before she fell in love with someone who didn’t want her back,
Because she wasn’t slim or pretty enough, or didn’t have a big enough “rack”.
But tomorrow is time to start anew,
It’s a brand new day to get through.
She meets with friends and puts on a brave face,
Her misery, loneliness and sadness leave no trace.
Other’s would swear that she is the happiest girl they know,
But no one knows what happens when we are alone.