I keep telling myself, he doesnt actually love you. You know that, right?He uses you to boost his ego. You'll never be good enough for him. Have you seen the girls he's dated?Have you seen you? That's right. How could he love you?
I hope you know that I love you. I hope you know that I still care. I hope that maybe one day.. I shouldn't, but I do. Every word I wish wasn't true. The dust of my heart is drifting away. How I wish you could save the day. But you do not care. So here I am. Hoping. Hoping. Hoping.
You think it's okay to make my heart beat more than it should. You think it's okay to hold my hand. You think it's okay to flirt with other girls in front of me. You think it's okay to think I'm okay with all of this. But I am not okay. I am more broken than you could ever believe. It's not okay. Okay?
Skip a meal or two or three.For a couple of weeks, months, or years. I look in the mirror and all I can see,Someone so big, so ugly. Thinner and thinnerTil all my bones show. When will I stop, nobody knows.