Could he not see myself sinking into despair after ever word he spoke

Could he not see the tears streaming down my face as I began to choke

He criticized and dehumanized me
His loose lips were never sweet

Why couldn't it be...

My face got pale and hands got weak
I could feel my body dropping to me knees

And as he continued to reveal his wicked hate
I feel my soul beginning to deteriorate...

Is that the lowest moment?
When you don't dare to wear shorts because of the scars that cover your legs.
And then you're sitting there at the dinner table with your family,
And they keep on telling you to eat,
But all you mutter is "I'm not hungry",
When you actually are.
You're starving but your image is worth more than a meal.
You eat a few bites just to shut them up,
And then run to the bathroom to rid yourself of it,
To make sure you can fit into those jeans,
The ones that could stand you losing another 5 pounds.
You get used to the lies of:
"I'm not hungry"
"I ate before I came"
And "oh yeah I'm fine, just tired".
Is that your lowest point,
When the only food you're feeding yourself is lies?

Leaving her in the mud to rot  
He flees from what he refuses to explain
not giving her life a second thought
To the words she wishes to dissertatin
He goes on living. With friends to abide by his sickening plot
While she remains tied to his lies
He forgets her existence. She begs for an answer yet he does not talk
She apologizes, however does not know why
to him she was only a place to put his ****
He never cared, he only wanted to ****
Now he moves on, while she lies awake wishing to die
He brags to all his friends, that she is nothing more than a ****
Love is not real. There is only lust
A false hope that everything is alright.
She used to hold him with her trust
And now her eyes have yet to see a tearless night