Numbers, my whole life revolves around weird shapes that I type out on my phone.

I'm counting them, even though I'm skin and bone.

I hate math, but I use it every day.

Loosing weight, trying every single way.

My health matters less than that decreasing number on the scale.

But I fail to look at the detail, the way I'm always shaking and my face became so pale.

I count calories, just like I count the numbers of hairs that fell out today.

I loose weight, but they don't know my way.

But I never put my bones poking through my skin on display,

Cause I'm scared of what they'll say.

I hope they don't see the way I decay.

10th January 2022