Are You Proud Of Me Now??

Cutting herself is her way of dealing
With every single thing she’s feeling
And when the blood leaks down her arm
She can pretend that nothings wrong

She stands there staring at the scale
As her body becomes so small and frail
But she cant see whats really there
All she sees is whats in her mothers glare

She brings the bottle to her lips
Closes her eyes and takes a sip
The liquid burns the whole way down
But at least it blocks out the sound

She spends her days shrouded in a haze
Hoping for just one word of praise
Thinking a handful more could help her out
And maybe ease the pain of her self-doubt

She quietly kills the pain away
Succumbing to a new addiction everyday
And in the end, she knows she’ll die
But all the pain is worth her mothers pride