You would never think it was me. If you heard about a girl absorbed in her own destruction, you'd swear, it wasn't me. A girl that sliced at her own skin for release--nope, not her. A girl who stabbed mercilessly at her own arms because if she didn't, she'd kill herself. A girl so obsessed with blemishes that she would pick away at her face until it bled...you've never met her. A girl that, more than once, has eaten herself into submission so to stifle the screams in her head. A girl so desperately trying to hide the scars and burn marks with long-sleeve shirts and smiles because then you'll never recognize her kind. You would never think it was me...but you're wrong.