people chase rushes.
people act out, in hopes of being noticed.
people distract themselves from their screaming stomachs.
people cry,
and scream,
and beg,
but don't want to change.
people don't want to get better.
people want to get worse.
people want to get so bad,
people start to notice.
some people aren't normal people.
and those normal people,
sigh and shake their heads in disgust,
unable to comprehend why anyone would do that to themselves.
people self-destruct,
until they're broken down to their core.
people live in constant denial,
knowing it's worse that way.
people crave the feeling of empty stomachs and aching bones.
people beg to be noticed.
people stand in the shadows,
unable to speak.
people let their anxieties control them.
people stay up all night,
staring at the ceiling,
crying about the future.
you might be wondering who "people" is,
but people is me.
