From
Chapter 3 - Friends and Family
'Guilt' by Judith
When we go out together,
People staring at your tiny anorexic frame,
Do they think it’s because of me?
Was it something I may have said,
Or done, or thought?
Didn’t I ever say that you are enough as
your are?
That God made no mistakes when He
Created you, you are just as you
Should be.
Guilt.
Because I want to help,
But feel powerless, and shut out, and ostracised,
On the sidelines of a mental game
You are fighting within yourself.
Guilt.
When I hear you making yourself sick,
And I want to batter down the door,
To stop you,
To stop you hurting yourself.
I’m worried sick.
Guilt.
When you cut yourself,
And I want to put a plaster over it,
Cuddle you like a child, and say
It will all be better.
Each cut hurts me too,
I write this at night, waiting, hoping,
Praying you will let me in,
So we can fight this together.
Judith
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