"I was 14 and my wrists were bleeding.
Every step felt like I was shackled to the bed post.
I thought I was just different, awkward,
uncomfortable in the skin that never felt like my own.
I felt frail, paper thin,
like I would rub away at the mere tough of limestone.
I was 16 when the pain of getting out of bed, each and every day was pushing intolerable.
See, a few years back, they wanted to diagnose me with a term,
I never wanted to hear.
Tried to make me pop pills I never wanted to take,
so I pushed it away, built my walls high, ignored it..."