faking a smile isnt working anymore
neither is wearing long sleeves to cover the scars.
I just want to be happy
and also not have to weigh myself everyday
not have to count the calories or refuse the food I love to eat
I want to be me
but society does not allow that

Remember that day
When we picked dandelions
And my wish was you

But see, I love you
While you love somebody else
Why do I still try?

Am I even alive?
I cannot cry
I cannot breathe
When I was little I danced
And I sang and I laughed
And I didn't look at boys
Because they had cooties
But now I cannot move
And I cannot speak
And I can't look at anybody
Am I even alive?