I am covered
With scars
But I continue
Almost daily
Tallying the days on my arm
Not with a pen
But with the blade
to release the pain
By bleeding out
“give me your blades”
“just don’t do it”
They say
But it isn’t that easy
I wish it was
Only if it was

I am under weight
But still
I tell myself
“I can’t eat that”
"I weigh too much"
And my own words
Bring me down
Others will say
“just eat”
“it’s not that hard”
But it is
It is a daily battle between
Your body
And mind
And I can’t control it anymore
And now
I have lost all