Eating

People don't notice,

People don't see,

They’re running out of time,

For you

And for me.

People don't ask

People don’t realize,

They don't look past the mask,

They don't see inside.

They ask how i'm doing and I say fine,

But they don't even see i'm dying on the inside,

Or that i’m withering away.

They see fruit,

They see salad,

They see food,

Which equals eating.

What they don't see,

Is that that's all.

That jar of salad,

Or that jar of fruit,

That's all I eat,

That's all I can keep.

They don't notice that i'm telling them that i'm not well,

All they think is that my body doesn't want the food.

In reality,

It’s my mind that doesn't want it.

I say my body rejects bad food,

But i'm the one rejecting it.

Eating,

I'm not eating what I need,

I'm eating what I want.

I want nothing,

But I have to have something.

The pounds are dropping,

My mind is falling,

I am falling,

And there is no one there to catch me,

To hold me,

To tell me i'm enough.

No one sees the pain,

The loneliness,

The hunger.

I eat for them,

But not for me.