Hey Witty sisters I have a secret (please read...) everybody

Hey Witty sisters
I have a secret (please read...)
everybody thinks I am the happy girl. Yet my wrist is a scarred mess. from cutting it every night.
People think that I just don't have a big appetite. That I am so secure with my body that it is ok to make jokes about it to me. Fat jokes and eating disorder jokes. Everyday I eat half a carrot, then throw up dinner.
Everybody thinks I am really chilled. I have at least 1 panic attack a day, or I throw up from anxiety
Everybody thinks I am an optimist and love life. I think about suicide at least once a day. I have complete plans for it, written out suicide notes and am sure that is how I will die.

Everybody thinks I have it all together,
but I'm dying inside. And I don't know how much longer I can take this. If only somebody would look in my eyes and see the sadness beneath them. Question why I always wear bracelets and have excuses not to eat. I'm falling apart, and nobody has noticed.  

I need help, but I can't get it alone.  


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