They call you fat.
They make you cry.
Day by day , They watch you die.
It hurts so bad, to not fit in.
They laugh at the marks, left along your skin.
They've seen you benge.
They've heard you perge.
They hide your soul.
Beneath the dirt.
They grab your arms.
Pull you towards the sky.
They hide behind your empty eyes.
They are the needles,lingering in your veins.
They're filled with hatred, and full of shame.
They are beautiful.
They are loved.
And love hates you.
