first entry a poem I wrote

When I look in the mirror I hate what I see it seems like no matter how long I go without eating nothing changes the numbers on the scale doesn’t go down I still don’t feel comfortable in my own skin the scars I made don’t go away they multiply the emptiness in my stomach doesn’t disappear it just gets filled with ice water romantically slipping down my throat people romanticize depression until it turns into messy rooms and having barely any motivation to get out of bed it doesn’t go away no matter what I do… 

I guess you could say I am hopelessly depressed <3