i tell myself as i lay in bed
“ you’ll get better “
“your stomachs flat”
“he’s just going through something”
“everyone has their days”
“it could be worse “
“i need to buy all these things”
“i’m running on a time limit”
“it’s me against the world”
“nobody understands me”
“eh it’s not self loathing anymore”
“he misses me”
“he’ll text me soon”
i guess i don’t have any taste buds anymore
i just eat these lies up
they don’t leave a sour taste in my mouth anymore
i palter with myself
i get hungry when i lay in bed late nights
so i feel myself words of deceit
i tell myself all these things that are untrue
all these pretty lies
instead of the horrible truth