Look at me.

I am pathetic-

gaining and losing pounds

depending on his mood.

Unable to climb a

staircase without

pausing for a pathetic breath.

Puking up what could save me,

or just refusing to eat at all.

Panting from just walking.

Throwing my weary body down

from abnormal exhaustion.

Not being able to sleep at all

because I'm worrying about

The Inevitable.

Look at me!

I am a pathetic little girl,

defying humanity simply

Because I Can.

I am pathetic.

Please, somebody save me?