You said that when you looked in my eyes all you saw was darkness.
You said that when I smiled you knew it was fake.
You said when I ate you knew I would just throw it up.
You said that when I told you I didn't hurt myself again you knew I was lying.
You said you loved me no matter what, even if I was slowly fading.
All I could do is sit back and take in what you were saying.
Could you actually love me? Me a girl slowly dying from her own self.
All that coursed through my mind was, ¨how could someone love a broken girl?¨