when we are younger, we
are taught that the very
worst feelings are mostly
always physical. a scraped knee;
a bumped head. a bruise on your
upper arm where a nasty boy
punched you.

what they forget to tell you about
are the feelings on the inside;
the ones which don't leave
cuts or scrapes or bruises,
but instead leave a scar
on your soul. a scar that
cuts deeper than any scratch
ever could.

they don't tell you what it's
like to dread going out in public,
for fear of all the nasty things
you know people are saying about you.

they don't tell you what it's
like to hate your body so much
that you would go to extreme lengths
just to change it. skipping meals, purging,
overexercising, diet pills. damaging yourself
mentally and physically because being skinny
and perfect means everything to you.

they don't tell you what it's like to
feel hopeless and broken. they don't
tell you what it's like to cry yourself to
sleep at night. they don't tell you what it's
like to take a blade to your skin because all
you want is to feel alive. they don't tell
you what it's like to feel as though you're
screaming as loud as you can, yet still, no
one cares enough to listen.

no, they don't tell you those things at all.