I didn't think I'd make it
Multiple times I just wanted to quit.
Quit on life
Because of all this strife.
Starving.
Starving for beauty.
Starving from self-hatred.
Starving till I'd hopefully be thin enough.
And now finally,
Eating.
Hurting.
Hurting myself.
Physically, emotionally.
Wanting to hide from friends and family,
But only hurting them more.
And now finally,
Happiness.
Depression.
Anxiety.
Anorexia.
Self-harm.
You didn't win this fight.
Despite all the bullshit,
I made it.
Here's to the rest of my life,
May it be good.
