Depression coursing through my veins,
and self-harm filling my head.
Severe famished pains,
while anxiety pins me to my bed.
"I'm okay," is what I said,
when really I'm dying.
Feeling like I'm dead,
and forever crying.
"I'm okay," is what I'll say,
even through all the tears.
That's what I'll say all day,
because of all my fears.
I don't want to gain weight,
I don't want to be fat.
That only fuels my self-image hate,
like the jiggle on my stomach with a pat.
"I'm okay," is what I'll say,
when really I feel like I'm dying.
"I'm okay," is a lie each day,
but to stay thin I keep lying.
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