dEaD eyes


Dead eyes and ashy skin, falling hair and legs stick thin

Breathing hard to even move, crying as they disapprove

Sleeping until 2 PM, feeling like you’ve been condemned

Spacing out in the middle of class, when called on you have to say pass

Constant cold and always bored, somehow alive but hardly cured

Trying hard to look your best, but still struggling to even get dressed

Bruised skin and tired limbs, dark eyes and looking grim

Needing help but scared to ask, getting better is such a task

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