I need someone. I go to the one I'm supposed to confide in.
But the one you're supposed to confide may not comfort you because you don't believe what they're saying to you.
'Babe, you're gorgeous'
Then tell me why my stomach is bulging. Tell me why my stretch marks are screaming at me. Tell me why I feel the need to get rid of everything.
When I don't believe you, don't get mad.
Try and see it from my point of view.
Am I now not supposed to ever come to you when I'm feeling down, or have a problem, or a good rant?
Am I supposed to bottle up my problems because you feel negative?
Let them slowly **** me, but keep my mouth shut and keep giving you smiles so you believe I'm okay.
When I die, at least I can say 'At least I didn't tell him my problems because now he won't know I've been rotting away for months'.
You can be happy until you're staring at my body in a hospital or morgue.
You can be happy until I'm more broken than I am now.
You can be happy not knowing I'm not okay.

You can be happy while I'm dying.