Every year it's like I'm someone new because i keep breaking off peices of myself and putting them in the places i can never return.

I gave him a small chunk of the stone behind the cage we call ribs and he threw it to the ocean because keeping it in his pocket weighed him down

I've cut peices of my brain away. I whispered my thoughts to papers with ink laced words and everytime something new would form old bricks would break to make room for new ones

My emotions were stolen by shadows who said if you are anorexic you have to be underweight and depression isn't real we all just happen to be very dramatic. My hands shake not from this lack of food

STARVATION
But the anxiety that always leaves me hungry and worried about things i can't control. Like weather getting lost on the way to greet me and if these pants will fit today

The truth is im afraid to grow old. I feel myself slipping and i don't want to lose the me i am now. I already miss who i was and im afraid of what ill become because not being able to remember who you were makes me feel so hollow and full of grief that it rolls out my eyes and down my cheeks