I can’t write hatred poems
Why there’s no rhyme or reason
Why I can’t tell what’s going on with Carrie
Inside my head even
Because it’s not me
It’s not who I am
I can’t even tell the story aloud
Of what happened that night
Or the days that followed
But I didn’t let it define who I am now
To whom I became
And for most going to become
You can call it whatever it you’d like
But it doesn’t change the fact that it happened
And I didn’t let it define me
I am so done with this
Because there are no words left to be spoken
Getting pregnant
Almost killed me inside
Almost screamed at the top of my lungs in every class
Almost wished I didn’t have the eating disorder
So I could have talked about it
So I could have talked about so many things
Last year the eating disorder almost killed me
This year it’s so many things
Normally your junior year hard
But emotional to
You have got to be kidding me
Anyway there nothing left to say
Besides surface based stuff
So tweet a lo