I gave you one minute to tell me why life was worth living. You never answered.

I'm sorry for the nights I let you down.

If you're always "here for me". Then how come you're always gone.

What if it never gets better?

We're all putting up a fake wall of happiness so everyone thinks we're strong.

I want to kill myself. If I succeed then I'll be at peace, if I fail at least someone might get me the help I'm too scared to ask for.

I stopped eating, then everyone had to do what I said.

What if I reach my goal weight, and I'm still not satisfied?

I wonder when my lifestyle is going to catch up with me.

They say you are what you eat. So I am nothing.