Rotting.

I am rotting, I am rotting

My soul melts and fades

Dissolved by thoughts of illness

Killed by this mental plague

I don’t know how to be strong

When my walls are crumbling down

I don’t know how to look okay

When my problems make me drown

The mirror breaks my heart

Because it tells me every day

That I am ugly, fat, vile

That I have myself to blame.

I smile at everyone I see

Begging them to forgive

The person that lies beneath the mask

Knowing little of how to live

 I want to think I’m healthy

But can’t seem to believe

I starve myself into skinny dreams

I am a deep pit of deceit

You read this plea for sympathy

And think I’m a pathetic wreck

Well so do I, I hate myself

Thus what happiness is left?

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