While I'm running a mile,
I feel like I'm dying.
I have no smile,
and soon I'll be crying.
Tonight i'm going to skip dinner,
for it's me that Ana owns.
I'll wake up thinner,
and what'll start to show is my bones.
At school I'll say "I'm fine,"
even though I'm always in pain.
So nobody sees a single sign,
so it wont be weight I gain.
I'll go to bed at night,
wondering tomorrows number on the scale.
When I awake I'll feel fright,
and when I step on the scale I'll turn pale.
That voice in my head,
reminding me that I'm fat.
Wanting to go to bed,
but can't due to the fat.
Constantly cold,
and cutting up my thighs.
Never bold,
and covering up with lies.
I always give away my food,
because of all my fears.
I'm always in a shitty mood,
with my cuts, fat, and tears.
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