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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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[Content warning: eating disorders] ![]() i do it all for you my existence, soul, being worthless if not for a face or body deserving of your eyes the numbers get smaller as i make you proud my face, hollow, finally gaunt as to make people stare my hair falling out, begging me to take a hint
my mind hurts, my heart hurts i h u r t but you do not care you live in my mind, an unceasing critic making me jealous of a tree branch’s physique everything i have ever valued in life means nothing to you you take and take and take my tears, proof of what i do for you the lengths i will take for someone to notice you convince me i'm happy, i'm pretty, i'm fine but even under your influence i know you are wrong the rumbling of my stomach eases with time as my body slowly gives up on me i am numb to life you abuse me, yell that a pound is far too far that i would be more worthless than i am right now because who cares if i no longer want to live as long as i am thin you make me a liar you keep me awake i try to silence you, avoiding numbers why so many numbers, i'm tired of you years of my life and who knows more to come spent worshipping your tormenting voice i have given you my blood, sweat, and tears but it is never enough i am never enough and nothing will ever b e e n o u g h for you Comments are closed.
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