I wouldn't know what to do
If someone found out my struggles
My friends wouldn't treat my like a friend
But like a depressed suicidal girl
Yet at the same time
I wish and pray at night
That someone will finally realize
What's really going on
Sometimes I want to cry
And hug one of my friends
But then I'll blow my cover
And never forgive myself

How are you?
Is such a funny phrase
For people passing through
But really nowadays
There's no point in it at all
When no matter how you feel
You answer is identical
"I'm good" is what they'll hear

I could be cursed
I could be filled with rage
I could be saving the universe
It only stops when I turn the page

She feels fat
She feels ugly
She wants to be MORE then just flat
As the days go by
Her struggle grows
She feels alone
Then, the voice arose
Said he knew what she wants
Said he knew what she needs
The thoughts her brain they did haunt
So she listened.
"You need to do what I say"
'He can help me'
She decided not to disobey
He told her not to eat
"The less you eat, the less you'll weigh"
She finally knew what to do
It worked great til the third day
She wanted to eat so badly
The pain was so horrible
"Don't you dare eat a thing"
'But its so unbearable'
"Don't be that way"
You may know someone like this
But there's something you don't know
Its something everyone will miss
Even friends and family
The person known as 'she'
How horrible it may be
Is me.