Everything’s Okay
I am so stupid.
I’m alone.
At midnight.
Fat.
Covered in Him.
I’m a slut.
I’m a worthless slut.
I can’t do anything right.
Relationships.
Diet.
No self-control.
I can’t even talk about it right.
I just lie.
“Everything’s Okay.”
What if they knew?
What if everyone knew?
I could just tell them.
It might come out easy.
Like purging after drink lots of water,
It’s still might hurt though.
“Hey Guys, guess what? I’ve cut myself.”
“Hey Guys, guess what? I slept with him to try to get him to love me back. And he still left.”
“Hey Guys, guess what? Everything’s not okay.”
“Hey Guys, guess what…..”
I don’t think they would believe me.
“Hannah, what are you talking about?”
What am I talking about.
12:26 Am.
What am I talking about?
I am so stupid.
To believe that this could work.
I am so stupid.
To believe that I could do it.
Maybe I can get rid of it.
No relationships.
No Love.
No food.
No feelings.
No problem.
“Hey Guys, guess what? I made myself throw up my dinner.
But Everything’s Okay.”
And now Everything’s Okay.