At a young tween age
I already cry
Because there is no gap
In between my thighs
I'm only 12
Yet I weigh 135 pounds
I only wish I could
Quiet the sounds
The sounds I make as I cry myself to sleep
As I wake up with tear stains Down my face
A bit of weight, I'd like to keep.
But the rest of it, is a disgrace
Thoughts of fasting, cutting, killing
fill me head uncontrolably.
But if I stay frong for weeks,
I can look at myself comfortably
I've tried before
now I'm serious
time to take charge
To stop being delerious
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People are so judgemental...
