People always ask "How are you today?"
I just tell them what they want me to say,
They dont actually wanna know how I feel,
So I guess I just gotta deal,
But sometimes late at night,
I stop pretending Im alright,
I just lay there and cry,
and just hate on my fat thighs,
I just hate my lack of self control,
I eat too much and My cutting goes untold,
I wanna stop all the lying,
Maybe I can get help and stop all the crying,
But I dont have enough trust,
and That is a big must,
I know its not really fair,
But I doubt anyone would really truly care,
But its fine...
After all these secrets are all mine.
