I eat too much to die
But not enough to stay alive
Floating at the midway

Existence, nothing more

But I choose, this choice is mine

Through my skin, ribs to feel
A glass of water makes a meal
Pain and feeling will not heal

You say I've reached my target weight
And that these days I'm looking great
But nothing you say can end my hate
I know your compliments are fake.

A bud that will never flower

Eternal.