Tell me.
Tell me that you think
I am beautiful.
Tell me that my breats
Aren't too small and
My thighs aren't too fat.
Tell me it's okay to eat.

Tell me.
Tell me that you think
I am intelligent.
Tell me that right now
It's just a rough patch,
But you know I will succeed
And persevere
Because you know
I am a smart person.

Tell me.
Tell me you love me.
Tell me that I need to love me
Like you love me,
And if you can't find
A single ounce of love towards me
In your wretched, unloving body,
Then leave me.

Leave me.
Leave me alone thinking that
You once thought I was beautiful
And that I was intelligent.
Leave me thinking
You once loved me
And I was once worth love.
Leave me with the lie.
Leave me to let myself die.