A few years ago,
Someone I really loved, died.
I thought it was my fault
I needed to be punished

A few years ago,
People started saying things behind my back
That I was fat, and way too unpretty,
I needed to be like the rest

A few years ago,
I was too unhappy
To even care about myself
I cut myself and I didn’t eat,
Just to be like the rest

Now,
I’ve got scars all over my body
Eating is still an issue
But recovery is better than hell

Now,
I know what happiness is
I still relapse sometimes
Still want to be thin

Sometimes,
I still want to binge
and then purge everything out
still want to cut
and cry my tears out

Sometimes,
I want to get back to my old ways
the addictions that almost killed me
But I'm not leaving my happiness behind.

I can hate myself for doing it
For being such a fool
But happiness is better than hell
I’m not like the rest, I changed my ways..


And that’s what makes me special