I am twelve years old
In another universe I am twelve years old and my pain was never there.
I am twelve years old and I don’t care. I do not prod and tear my body apart. I eat with joy and carelessness because it fuels and nourishes me.
I am twelve years old and my body is not marked. My skin is smooth without cuts or bruises. Only the weathering from my adolescence rather than my sadness.
I am twelve years old and I am surrounded by love. Nobody left and I am not alone.
I am twelve years old and I don’t shut the world out. I do not silently cry behind my door. And I do not wipe away the blood and starve myself because I am only twelve years old and nothing bad has happened to me.











