I can't feel.
I can't breathe.
I avoid every meal.
Please.
I don't want help.
But at the same time.
All the emotions I felt.
Feels like some sort of crime.
I thought I could get there.
To be perfect.
Without a care.
But, people are telling me that I'm Incorrect.
Even if I am, I can't stop.
The voice inside keeps insisting I go on.
At this point I could drop.
Summer days, summer nights are gone.
The scale is dropping.
I can't see.
My heart is clogging.
My body doesn't trust me
Endless cycle.
I don't want you to stay.
I'm in denial.
And yet you are still here anyways.
Thank you for that.
You may not notice.
But even when I think I'm fat.
You know this.
I am loved.
I am appreciated.
That's something you said you didn't need to prove.
And that love can be underrated.
At least I know.
I can reach out.
Even when I say no.
Even when I want to shout.
You aren't like me.
You say that, I'm not weak.
Ignore what the voice says I can be.
Tears are starting to leak.
Help me.
WOAH IVE HAVEN'T BEEN ON WATTPAD FOR A MONTH WHAT?
sorry for all the delays guys. School is a lot and I've been really busy lately. But I'm back? Maybe? Who knows?
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