Why Me?

Why Me? I ask myself.

I look in the mirror.

I'm disgusted at what I see.

I eat one meal.

I'm disgusted again.

It's hard to breathe.

That's on me.

I can feel my body.

It's shutting down.

SHIT SHIT SHIT

It hurts really bad.

I tell someone.

"It's your fault." Or

"Should've ate".

OH GOD

It's not my fault.

You fat shamed me.

Now you can't stand it.

Me loosing weight.

I didn't plan it.

You knew it too.

You planned this.

Why Me?

Now I'm the victim.

Why Me? Why Me? Why Me?

I can't stop asking myself.

The same question.

Over and over again.

I think I might be sick.

I gained some weight.

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT

WHEN DID I EAT!

I CAN'T REMEMBER!

WAS IT TODAY?

CAN'T BE TODAY

WAS LAST NIGHT?

IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN!

WHY ME!

WHY WAS IT ME!

IT'S ALWAYS FUCKING ME!