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!
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