Normal
I hate that I didn’t know
I hate that I didn’t know that there was more than one way to self harm
I hate that I don’t have to cut to hurt myself
I hate that my bad sleep habits might have something to do with it
I hate that i can’t ignore it
I hate it.
I deteste the fat on my arm pits
I deteste the way my stomach growls before the hunger turns to numbed out exhaustion
I deteste the sick feeling I get when I know I might not actually be okay
I deteste that I told my brother that i just eat very little, when the reality is that I starve myself
Day, night, sunrise to sundown
I deteste that i lied to him, That I lie to myself about my problems
I deteste that I call it happiness, living on the high
I deteste.
I know that I’m probably not okay
I know that I will either live until 90 or 20
I know that others have it worse but maybe i'm secretly in pain and hiding it from myself
I know all that,
I swear.
I do.
I hate that I get stomach aches a lot
But i just say its from coffee and period aches
I hate that my dad said I will get high blood pressure and depression if i don’t stop
Because I know it's true
I just can’t stop
Killing myself, maybe
Draining myself, definitely
Hurting myself, I won’t admit
Living on the high, I pretend to be
I wish that i was different
I wish I lived my lies
I wish I could stop thinking about my faults
Because then maybe I could live with pretending to be normal
Because starving yourself is normal, right?
Not sleeping because it feels too good to give up is normal, right?
I hope so, because i'm living on the high and if I die by 20, I'll hate myself
Hate myself into falling back into that depression, just like dad said
I hate that I didn’t know that it would get like this
I hate that I didn’t predict it
And most of all,
I hate that I knew all along, but that I didn’t care enough to change
Because I will kill myself before i admit to being in pain