Nobody sees I'm hurting.
I plaster on my smile.
Because it's easier than opening up to people who honestly don't give a fuck. Nobody sees I'm hurting
Nobody sees I'm shrinking.
That my school dress fits a little looser everyday.
That my bones stick out every which way that they didn't before.
Nobody sees I'm shrinking.
Nobody sees what's inside my head.
If they did I would have been sent away a long, long time ago.
So tired of living but way to scared to just end it all.
Nobody sees what's inside my head.
Nobody would miss me.
The scariest part of it all.
Yeah a few would cry but life goes on and never waits for anyone.
Nobody would miss me.
Nobody sees what I do to myself.
Don't eat this or that, restrict, restrict.
You better burn those calories off then stand in the cold shower until your body is numb and blue.
Nobody sees what I do to myself.
Nobody asks me if I'm "okay".
What would I even say, no idea not like I'd expect it.
Perhaps just say no then smile and walk away.
Nobody asks if I'm "okay".
Nobody is my true friend.
You like the clothes I wear, the things I own, not Me.
But I don't like me, so who could like me anyway.
Nobody is my true friend.
Nobody understands me.
I know it sounds cliché but no one fucking gets it.
No I'm not hungry and yes I'm sure.
Nobody understands me.
Nobody will ever love me.
I have loved many others but they didn't seem to reciprocate the feeling.
Rather opting for the skinny girls, the popular girls, the perfect girls.
Please somebody love me.
YOU ARE READING
My sad poetry that no one will read✌🏻️
PoetryLeaving this book up as a reminder of how far I've come. Pro recovery, recover or die, it's not worth the pain and suffering. You are deserving of food, you are deserving of life and you are loved. If everyone who read this book is anorexic, statis...
