Your battles rage, and I see what scars scratch your skin; I see the weight you bear, your heart is a battlefield with unending spar.

In essence,
Distance gives you the view of their landscape;

Illuminating,
We glimpse our true selves through the reflections of others, like mirrors to the soul.

Like their garden, occupied by substance—what withers; mirrors they appear themselves a guard and here I stand, in all my form, a 'lookout' may seemingly.

World is as vast,
My worries small.
Who am i?
Im just passing through; a tourist from a distance.

The measurements will never be right
The numbers on the scale will never be small enough
The clothes are always too big or too tight

Eating anything is eating too much
Excuses like I already ate and such
Until I'm pretty there is something more important to feed

They won't like me unless I run
Mile after mile it is never enough
Try to convince myself that it's fun
To push my limits even if it's tough

I never look right
Nothing is flattering
I'm not going to fight
That my hope is shattering

I got thinner and they started to talk
The compliments came
They don't know the road I had to walk
I have no one to blame

I wanted to starve
Like it wouldn't do me harm
They dont notice when I skip meals
Until I show the pain on my arm

I need friends not food
Not thinking about it is key
I just cant change my mood

They know what's going on
But they will never know how deep
The knife goes when I see something wrong
Then again depression will start to seep

Every time I eat I feel like I fail
After there is always a blood trail
I won't eat until I’m frail
I really do despise The Scale

The pillars crumble and
the walls crack but
I don't just watch it fall
I don't just do nothing at all

I grab my sledgehammer and
I try to swing but
a hand reached out
a voice tried to shout

The nonexistent sirens and
the deafening loud noise but
I don't hear a single thing
I only know a single ring

I look back and
I no longer see a person but
a shadow I knew
a memory that's no longer true

What is life?
What’s life, really?

When you think you’ll win,
but you lose.
When you think you’ll achieve,
but you fail.
When you think you’ll survive…
but you're dead.
And I think....I'm dead

Someone once told me,
"You’re shining. Even if it doesn’t always feel that way."
I in fact, have been feeling that way.

I sit and think about all the pain and problems I've gone through.
Thinking before, "I'm so done. What am I gonna do.??"
I now say to myself "I am so strong for keeping up and fighting my hardest. "

"I'm
so
proud
of
you."

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 20𝘴,
𝘈 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥,
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘣𝘴,
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 .
𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬,
𝘜𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬.
𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦,
𝘈 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸,
𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦’𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸.
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯, 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥,
𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥.
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦,
𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦.
𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦’𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦,
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦.
𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦,
𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.