Ballad of an over thinker

Bad at bad habits

I'm bad at bad habits

Or so I think

I don't cut deep enough

I don't starve to the point of skin

I have always had fat and can't ever win

The blood on my legs never runs black

And even then I'm still under attack

I eat too much

I can't cry enough

No one ever noticed

And that's why it's tough

I can't seem to break free

And that's why it's got me

In a pit of despair

While losing some, but not all of my hair

Not enough to be bad

But just enough to be sad

Frustration beyond belief

Is now a daily because I'm far too weak