my poems :D

im fine

the bags under my eyes are bigger
my ribs are showing more and more
a smile is the rarest thing for me
but im fine, right?
my parents think that, so its true.
but how would they know, they barley see me.
im always in my room.
my screen time going
up
up
up
and my will to live going
down
down
down
the only signs that they will acknowledge,
is my lifeless body on the ground
my blue lips
the razor in my hand
blood everywhere
they only saw the signs when it was too late
because im not fine