I loved him once. I still do.

I always have. And I think I always will.

I was his, completely. He pushed me away.

I wasn't good enough.

I had to be better, I had to be smarter,

Prettier, slimmer. I had to be stronger.

I offered myself to the big bad wolf,

And I didn't scream when he took the first bite.

My heart first, cold and empty now.

Then my strength, I'm weak now.

I burnt the fat, I got thin.I wasn't happier.

I needed more, to lose more weight.

When there was nothing left to burn,

I set myself on fire.

He doesn't want me anymore. It doesn't matter. I push everyone away.

I cant let anyone get close enough to hurt me.

I wasn't trying to kill myself, but if I ever went too far...

I wouldn't care. Neither would he.