DepressedMess24

Addicted

I love the feeling of hunger

As it courses through my veins

Begging, pleading for me to eat

What if I don't want to?

I know what I'm doing.

It's oddly fulfilling 

To see the numbers go down

"I'll eat later"

Is a lie we've all spoken

The world teaches us to look a certain way

But others teach us to stay the same

Who do we believe?

It's all so confusing.

I don't eat to try to please people

Then I get yelled at for it

Because they say it's not okay

They say I'm not okay

I know that. 

But I want to do this on my own

Leave me be.

 

 

 

 



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