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You don't even want to be normal anymore. You want to feel the pain, see the progress,notice the changes. "Please, just stop caring. Let me wither away and die."
Embarrassed about cuts because they're not deep enough.
Afraid to admit you're starving yourself because you're too fat to be anorexic.
Can't say you abuse pills because it's not gone too far yet.
You can't have alcohol problems and constantly want it because you're not drunk half the time.
Nothing's bad enough to talk about but it's too bad to ignore.
Sometimes, you want to get better.
You'll look in the mirror and not cry.
You'll pick up a knife not wanting to die.
Then, in a second, you're back to where you started.
You're sorry for the pain you caused. You just need help that you don't want.