they say
you are what you eat
but what if you eat nothing
what if you can’t
what if it’s ruined for you
so nothing is left
nothing is what i feel
who i am when you tell me it’s not real
when you tell me i made the decision
that it was my choice
that there’s something wrong
that it was up to me
like i chose to suffer
like i wanted this pain
weighing down every day
until they all become the same
with nothing on the plate
there’s nothing on my mind
when something is on it
there’s always something to worry about
