They don't see it, but I'm slowly starving myself
Every day I say I'm fine even when my stomach is shrinking
I'm getting weaker from every meal that I skip
My mind is slowly fading into nothing
I feel like my body is turning against me
It's getting harder to stand
I don't even know if I'm even living anymore
YOU ARE READING
~I'm fine, I promise~
PoetryWriting to try to escape depression, or just because I'm bored