I like you a lot. It has only been some time But I think I do. I just hope you feel the same And we can be together.

It was all bad. All terrible. The big gray cloud wouldn’t stop raining. It created a flood that I was trapped in. I swam. Even when it hurt. Even when the sharks could sense me. It wouldn’t stop raining. I was so tired.

So I stopped swimming.

I want you back by my side Covering your smile with your hand even though you have the perfect smile. I miss your smile. I miss you.

I want you to be with me talking about your interests I love the sound of your voice I miss hearing your voice I miss you.

I want you next to me Making that face you do when you get excited I miss seeing that face. I miss you.

I miss your smile And I miss your laugh And I miss hearing your voice And I miss seeing your face I miss seeing you. I miss you.

It hurts so much my heart aches. Like literally aches. I want nothing else to do rather than be by you. You are the most perfect in my eyes.

I miss you.

And I want to tell you. But I can’t.

TW⚠️‼️ (body image + ed)

I don’t feel pretty enough. It’s sounds simple but there’s so much more.

I feel like I always need to be wearing makeup just to be able to look at myself in the mirror.

It feels like people only like me when my eyelashes are darker and my lips are glossy.

They only like me when my cheeks are pink.

They only like me when I suck in my stomach.

Or maybe it’s me…

I only like me when my eyelashes are darker and my lips are glossy.

I only like me when my cheeks are pink.

I only like me when I suck in my stomach.

But at the same time it can’t be.

I hate myself when I can’t eat.

I hate myself when I suck in my stomach so much it hurts to exhale

I hate myself when I tell myself I’m not pretty enough.

I hate that I let myself change for other people.

I hate that I want my eyelashes dark and my lips glossy.

I hate that I want my cheeks pink.

I hate that I always have to suck in my stomach.

I hate it all.

I hate that I’m not pretty enough for myself or anyone else.

My eyelashes will never be dark enough and my lips never glossy enough.

My cheeks never pink enough.

My stomach never flat enough.

I hate that I hate what I see in the mirror.

I hate what’s in the mirror.

I don’t feel pretty enough.