I watch my teenager through half-closed blinds
(trigger warning for mention of mental illness etc)
I watch her smile too wide
I watch her leave the house in just torn tights and a fluffy black jacket
I watch her as she twirls through the street with a can in hand
I watch her cry until she has to change the pillow
I watch her insult some 14 year olds back
I watch her lay in bed until she cries from the hunger pains
I watch her sneak a weighing scales into our house
I watch her spend all day at the skatepark
I watch her talk to people she doesn’t like
I watch her fight with her girlfriend everyday
I watch her flush food down the toilet
I watch her throw up what little food she did eat
I watch her do lines off a self-help book
I watch her hurt herself to the same hyper-pop song everynight
I watch her sneak out of the house at midnight
I watch her meet up with people who just want her drugged
I watch her sit in the CAMHS waiting room with big boots and a bigger scowl
I watch her take antidepressants and antipsychotics
I watch her become more and more numb with every day
I watch her take an OD and fall asleep with the worst pain
I watch her lie to doctors and show her scars when she felt unheard
I watch her long to be so ill that they would hospitalise her
I watch her hit her head off walls and black out, not remembering it when her mother brings it up
I watch her scream at her girlfriend for caring
I watch her romanticise Euphoria and use bad eyeliner
I watch her never sleep and give herself tattoos that she knows she’ll regret
I watch her sit on her windowsill because she liked how it made her friends worry
I watch her destroy herself
I watch her, trapped in the future, thinking if only she knew that her future self cares about her
I watch myself stumble upon that same hyper-pop song and have honest to god flashbacks
I watch myself hear the name of the meds and have even more flashbacks
I watch myself have to take the same OD substance and have yet another flashback
I watch myself start to have compassion for my teenager
I watch myself defend her, she was just so angry and so sad
I watch myself recognise that she made so many mistakes
I watch myself grow, while leaving room for her to stomp around
I watch myself move away from the half closed blinds