Eating Disorder.

Don't be so cruel, your words are nothing more then lies. Just things you enjoy spreading to the people who are close. You don't know who I am really, nor do you want to care. You have no idea how what you do, effects how I eat.

The things you said, that you thought as teasing little jokes. Of the hatred you filled my head with of how chubby I was. How I reminded you of a penguin, the way that I waddled when I walked.And of how much you saw me consume within seconds of eating.

Did you take the time out of your perfect skinny life to look.Just really look at, where I disappear to after each meal or food I ingest upon. Do you stand and hold my hair while I puke my feelings out into that porcelain bowl.And how that all my clothes or so baggy, and how my bones are protruding out of my body.

Did you stop to notice that you really aren't a friend.Least not in my eyes, for a true Friend would not be so ignorant, argent and self centered. Or to caught up in there own life to notice that there once best friend. Is dieing of something you made her into, the self hating bulimic twisted freak you claim she is.