They say you are what you eat. So I am nothing.

I wonder when my lifestyle is going to catch up with me.

What if I reach my goal weight, and I'm still not satisfied?

I stopped eating, then everyone had to do what I said.

I want to kill myself. If I succeed then I'll be at peace, if I fail at least someone might get me the help I'm too scared to ask for.

We're all putting up a fake wall of happiness so everyone thinks we're strong.

What if it never gets better?

If you're always "here for me". Then how come you're always gone.

I'm sorry for the nights I let you down.

I gave you one minute to tell me why life was worth living. You never answered.