They think I'm not eating That must explain why They keep trying to feed me. I think they feel My more pronounced hip bones When leaning in to hug me. Close up they may notice How my clothes hang much looser now. Do my arms look less filled in? Have my cheeks began to cave? Probably not. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. My stomach feels better now, Although it's begun to burn more often, But I don't care. Because the closer I get to dying The more I feel alive