Recently, I've been sleeping
when the pain becomes too great.
I stay up way past midnight,
even when I know that it's late.
Sometimes, I even starve myself,
and I think that it's okay.
Because I remember and feel bad,
about all that I ate yesterday,

People tell me I'm beautiful,
and I know that it's a lie.
Empty words are all it is,
and it makes me want to cry.
It always makes me hate myself,
and I really fucking do.
But I just can't help it, you know,
listening to you.