I'm not a skeleton
But that doesen't mean,
I'm not dying.
I wish I could tell them
About the war in my head.
I make it look like I eat
But I wish they could see through that.
I'm starving myself,
I know.
But they don't realize it,
They don't want to.
Part of me wants to get better, but I can't
I'm losing control I did 3 years ago
But they don't want to realize
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