You said that when you looked in my eyes all you saw was darkness.
You said that when I smiled you knew it was fake.
You said when I ate you knew I would just throw it up.
You said that when I told you I didn't hurt myself again you knew I was lying.
You said you loved me no matter what, even if I was slowly fading.
All I could do is sit back and take in what you were saying.
Could you actually love me? Me a girl slowly dying from her own self.
All that coursed through my mind was, ¨how could someone love a broken girl?¨

You were scared of my scars but you kissed them anyway.
My heart already shattered but you got the glue anyway.
My body already frail but you brought me food anyway.
I loved myself no longer but you loved me anyway.
I started to be okay, it was just you and me, facing the world together.

I'm empty, not the empty you get when you do not eat or when you lose a pet, but the empty where you are truly numb. There is nothing to look forward to and nothing to look back at. Everything is just boring and sometimes I rather stay in bed all day then go to school or go do things that I once had fun doing. I feel as if i'm just going through the motions, day after day. I wonder if it will get better or if maybe i'll decide to give up, but it has to get better...right?