There you go

There you go thinking you know me, thinking you know the person I pretend to be. Do you even understand how I hate myself, or how slowly I destroy myself.

Do you know the things I have gone through, the abuse my eyes laid eyes to, how I felt when daddy would hit my mom with the belt.

Do you know why, I feel so weak, and try more and more to get by from week to week. Do you think that when you see me smiling on the outside I am really smiling I am not I am dieing on the inside.

Do you know the things that help me make it through, being able to control the way I eat, I sicken myself after I eat, I throw up all I want to do is die to give up.

I hate the way I look, the way I feel, wishing none of my pain was real. If he was here, holding me near, would all of my pain go away, or will it forever stay.