Drowning, Fading, and Wanting out.
Stuck in this sea of never ending doubt.
Am I good enough for this or that?
Whats it mean to be skinny or fat?
This question is running through my head.
Perhaps Im stuck in this lasting dread.
How would you feel if I were more like her?
would I be more beautiful, more pretty, or more absurd?

They cast this never ending shadow,
That I cannot fill.
Do they know that its me they kill?
Im gone now.
But this is what they want.
They gave me this illness,
but, ask me to flaunt.
They're starting this demise.
Everyone sees it with their eyes.

Yet, they don't offer help.
For they are stuck too.
And they're never getting out.
We're forever stuck in this doubt.
Drowning, fading, and wanting out.