It all feels very… metaphorical.

Now that I don’t care about my body as much,

I lose weight.

Now that I’ve made peace with imperfect grades,

She cares more.

Now that I’ve realized how much I don’t want to hurt myself,

Unintended injuries decorate my body.

I just hope someone gets to read this brilliant mess of figurative language.

I hope someone takes these themes to heart.

I hope someone sees this plot has a different ending,

Especially now that I’ve lost the words to write.

I hope someone will read

This beautiful

Broken

Metaphor of a girl.