If I die
What'll happen
Maybe it'll be
All the same
Maybe anorexia
Will follow me
To my grave
And never
Give me the peace
I (don't) deserve
If I die
Would anyone cry
I guess a few
But I'll hurt people
More than anorexia
Hurt me
Because letting go
Means that I'll never
See anything again
I'll hurt them
And I can't
I guess
I'll have
To live through the pain
And suffer alone
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THIN ✔︎
PoetryShe's never had problems, until recently. Recently, her world has been falling apart, but from the inside out. Turned into a depressed girl with serious eating disorder problems, all she wants to do is let go of everything, and be thin. Lighter than...
