What's that mark?
Just a scratch.
Why are you not eating much?
I'm not feeling well.
Why are you waring  jeans in July?
I was not in the mood for shorts.
You tell yourself just one more.
One more cut, cut calories one more time, tell one more lie to hide it all.
But that one more turns to 20 and one more never ends.
It's always one more until your secrets are discovered, one more until you decide to recover.