Every night would be like the other. The moon would rise to a 60-degree angle. The stars would dance around it and the sun would ‘disappear.’ It’s all a sight to-see from my bedroom, a jail cell in a large prison, where the prison- guards like: My mother would find it amusing to compare me to my sister, and my sister would find it amusing to laugh at me, my siblings found it fun to abuse me. My legs were covered in bruises, my arms were weak, I was anorexic, I was starving, I was in pain. Each day either one of my eyes was surrounded by a purple ring.

Until they came along. They who introduced themselves as an orphan-girl running away from the cruel realities of life. They who peered through my window. They who started throwing stones at my window-sill.You were the only company I had. I felt like I had freedom. The others were still lingering behind. I was punched till the only place left was the ground. I was kicked, I was mocked. Not even at home, but everywhere. You were the only help. I starved myself, I cut myself. I treated myself like the worst. You were the only one there. 

One day it got too much that my flesh had thinned, my bones appeared. I lost my color, my ambition and joy. It was impossible to just move one finger without feeling pain throughout my whole body. You made this pain feel like strength. I got to the point where I landed in a hospital bed. You were the only one there. Though you were an orphan with not even a single penny on you. You found some for my treatment. You are the only family I have. You told me not to starve myself. You told me not to believe whatever they said. You told me everything. You’re the best- best friend I could ever ask for. Though you were without a family, you became a part of mine. Though I was suffering. You helped me through. 

Thank you for being there. Thank you for being a helping-hand. With you I have gotten my life back on track. Now flesh expanded back, I became happier, found the passion to achieve something. I recovered surprisingly when I was on the verge of not, And I thank you for that. You healed bruises and wounds, decorated them, made my pain feel like my strength. Gave me the faith to live on. You drew stars around my scars. My bleeding scars had some comapny, some shiny stars from you. I will say it even louder if I have to. Shout it out to the moon. “You Drew Stars Around My Scars!” and i will never forget that.