"Help" is what you want for me?
No one can save me from myself.
I am trying to lose weight in any way.
The last thing I care about is my health.
Maybe, just maybe, if I lose enough, I'll look at least decent.
But who am I kidding? It'll never be enough.
It isn't easy to deprive yourself of food.
The journey to perfection is tough.
I can't handle all the problems I have.
Wether it's not eating, cutting, suicidal thoughts, family/friend problems, or any others I hide.
You ask why I don't tell the truth and why I lie, now can you see why?
If I can't handle them, how could you?
I'm protecting you, you wouldn't want to know that I want to die.
You might try to tell someone, maybe even try to save me. It's too late for that, I can't be saved.
So for now I'll just get through today,
Happy with the fact that I could save you from the ugly truth.
But I know I'll never be truly happy especially with what I weigh.
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Suicide, Depression and Self-harm Quotes
RandomPoems and parts about suicide, self-harm, etc. *trigger warning* Some entries contain material not suited for some viewers, read at your own risk
