I hate myself, and the way I look, most of the time.
I refuse to eat.
Though sometimes it's all I can do.
In my eyes I'm imperfect, and I want help.
But nothing can help me now... This is what the world does to you.
You think everything is ok, until BAM.
They criticize everything you are.
And you end up like me...starving yourself, crying, and lieing to make it seems like it's nothing...