I wear pants and long sleeves,
but I still complain about the heat.
Part of wants someone to realize,
it's not a fashion choice.
I drink energy drinks until I can't pick up my pencil,
until I shake and tremble.
I wait for my heart to give out,
no one noticed.
I stopped eating for a while,
I'd get dizzy,
see stars,
and tell people I forgot to bring lunch.
Or that
I wasn't hungry
how could they not see the lie?
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 3:18 PM UTC
I wear pants and long sleeves,
but I still complain about the heat.
Part of wants someone to realize,
it's not a fashion choice.
I drink energy drinks until I can't pick up my pencil,
until I shake and tremble.
I wait for my heart to give out,
no one noticed.
I stopped eating for a while,
I'd get dizzy,
see stars,
and tell people I forgot to bring lunch.
Or that
I wasn't hungry
how could they not see the lie?
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