At night is when I break

And let pain have its take,

I crumble to pieces

As my dreadful sobbing increases

I take a look at food

And feel suddenly screwed,

The stretch of my skin

Makes my thoughts scream to be thin

The mirror holds nothing but truth

A girl lost in her youth,

With no purpose,

Walking around like a clown from a circus

I bite my tongue

When you are among,

Holding back the urge to speak

About how I am so weak

You never asked but…

I am not the same alone,

For my thoughts bite at my bone

And I am left to suffer completely unknown