So much changed and yet nothing changed at all.
I run till my nails fall off, and yet
I still feel empty and unwanted.
I hit my goal of 7st 13lb. I hit the 7s.
I was happy, then it all went to shit.
I got out the work I was in after wrecking lives of those I never meant to
I tried to be normal I tried so hard
I got into a relationship with a man who is complete opposite to what I go for.
I left behind a man who adored me and could give me the world. But I couldn't feel the same. I let go of a potentially nice man who wanted to see the world and take me with him...
But I went with my gut.
Sometimes hes nice, loving, amazing, all i could want.
Then theres the days he shouts at me for not knowing something.
The days he starts arguments becuase I forget hes told me something unimportant
The ways he makes me feel like I'm at fault even though hes the one who lost his temper...
I cant win. And he says he cant win.
I think I love him, but he says he wont be hurt if we break up so surely he doesn't love me?
He makes me eat . Made me eat.
But I'm not anymore .
I'm done . I just want to shrink away into nothing. Hes dated a girl with anorexia before, I say I dont have that. Of course not . I eat, see?
But I feel like theres no point anymore .
I'm done trying.
Im running and I just keep running. 5 miles, 7 miles , 10 miles. I'll keep going further and further until I cant move anymore.
I dont want any of this.
I dont want my job. I don't want this body, I dont want the stress. If he wants to go he can. I wont stop him or beg for him to stay.
I want to be alone so I can sit in the quiet , go to sleep, forget about food, life, love, future.
It's like everyone has moved on and found there purpose and I'm still where I was 5 years ago.
I dont know my number. I'm too afraid to look.
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