You shiver uncontrollably, even when it's not cold.

You see patterns in the wall.

You always need to sit down, because your legs are jelly.

You stop eating, because you're always too busy thinking you're not good enough,

trying to figure out what went wrong.

You read the same line over and over, but nothing makes sense.

You lose your weight.

You're always hungry, but food tastes like cardboard.

You find it hard to swallow.

You stop feeling.

You can't sleep without a sleeping pil.

You always want to be alone.

You tell everyone you're fine.

You do stupid things.

Everything is one big fog.

You never remember anything.

You find yourself staring into space.

You wish you weren't here.

You take long walks without knowing where you're heading.

You're always angry.

You stare at the veins in your body, wondering why blood still flows when the organ pumping it is broken into pieces.

You stare at the clock, counting down minutes.

You keep writing messages to the same person but you never press the button 'Send'.

You always need a fag.

You always crave a drink.

You wish people stop talking to you.

You replay your life in your head.

You listen to the same song repeatedly.

You have to remind yourself to breath.

You hate people touching you.

You snap at everyone.

You say things you don't mean.

You hate explaining yourself.

... ...

And nothing really matters. Anymore.

I tried so hard to forget you.

But...

For everything I do, I just couldn't do...

DO I HAVE TO CRY FOR YOU?