my bottom

her name was Rebecca
she lost both breasts
and because of this
her husband left
alone
with two young children
depressed
to the hospital she went
i was there
a roommate for me
she was warm
and kind
pills were thrown at us
we were zombies
allowed one hour of the sun
there were labels
therapy for
eating disorders
depression
the sexually abused
group therapy
individual therapy
paintings
journals
i met cutters
many unsuccessful suicide attempts
by so many of the girls
but not me
i wanted to live
i wanted
and still want
both the darkness
and the light