i don’t want to be invisible
but i don’t want to be seen
as anything less than broken
anything less than sick
when you shrink back
i pull in too
matching silence with silence
hunger with hunger
i measure myself
against the shape of you
against the quiet you carry
and anger rises
knowing you might be
more broken than me
knowing i could lose
this invisible race
i chase the sickness
not for their eyes
not for sympathy
but because if i’m not sick enough
then what am i
something small
something weak
something easy to forget
and that hurts
more than any wound
i am only real
when my pain
holds weight
when it matches
the shadow
you cast beside me
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 12:48 AM UTC
i don’t want to be invisible
but i don’t want to be seen
as anything less than broken
anything less than sick
when you shrink back
i pull in too
matching silence with silence
hunger with hunger
i measure myself
against the shape of you
against the quiet you carry
and anger rises
knowing you might be
more broken than me
knowing i could lose
this invisible race
i chase the sickness
not for their eyes
not for sympathy
but because if i’m not sick enough
then what am i
something small
something weak
something easy to forget
and that hurts
more than any wound
i am only real
when my pain
holds weight
when it matches
the shadow
you cast beside me
eating disorders **** but they **** even more when your partner has the same one. a constant game of comparisons and competition.
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