Don't look me in the eyes,
you wont see the truth, only the lies.
Dont look at my arms,
you will only see all of my scars and fresh cuts from self harm.
Don't comment on my weight loss and tell me to eat,
bulimia has come to rest again and my rapid death im hoping to meet.
Don't comment on the bags under my eyes, and that i dont sleep at night,
nightmares of my innocence being taken as a child haunt me, to get to sleep is such a fight.
Don't tell me you will be there for me,
everybody always says that and then abandons you when you really need them, even my old psych who has a degree.
Don't tell me you care about me,
I learnt when I was a young child that Im unloveable, to be alone is all i will ever be.
Don't try to get me to talk,
i trust no one with my secrets, and will just turn away from you and walk.
Don't try to get close to me and tell you everything about my past that i recall,
I have locked all my pain away and around myself I've built an indestructible wall.
Don't ask me to stop being sad and to smile,
I cut myself to try to get rid of the pain, Ive been like this for awhile.
Don't ask me to get help and see someone,
Ive been abused in so many ways from the age of 8, and I am finally realising that in this life I am done.
