If I looked just how I feel

All of my words would be concealed

This face would be torn with jagged marks

Through my jeans you’d see thick red scars

My throat would be choked as if snakes were within

My body would be limp and my arms would be thin

These legs wouldn’t hold up what was left of my being

And my eyes would be too swollen for seeing

My ankles would be too fractured to walk

And my lips would be too bitten to talk

Both of my wrists would be stitched up to the brim

And nothing would fit because my waist is too thin

No one would love me if I spoke the truth

About how my skin would be all black and blue

No one would love me if I tried to slow down

Or if my smile cracked on my way back down

No one would love me if I made it clear

That I didn’t think I’d even make it to this year