I made you beleive I was healthy.
I never stopped.
Sorry I gave you false comfort.
More then anything,
false hope.

Sorry I wasn't all I needed to be,
Expecially for your standards.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
I have friends that love me the way I am
That love who I am
What I do,
and are helping me.

I smiled,
I laughed.
I know my happiness causes pain to you.
But I don't care.
I love feeling happy.

If you don't like it,
then deal with it.
You will see these screwed up teethe even more.
You will see the bleeding slow,
and the tears become desert.

My heart can soar now.
My mind can rest.
You would never beleive what I was thinking this morning.
I started saying how good I looked in my jeans.
It wasn't in a conseided way,
It wasn't forced either.
It just came.

It wasn't fallowed by the voice,
in which we both know to well.
BUt I have higher self esteem.
And that's no thanks to you.

I have nothing to say to you,
nothing to prove.
So I'm happy for the time being,
Suck it if you don't like it.

But thank you for all my true friends,
Who keep my secrets,
and don't scream them to the world.
Who don't start rumors about me.
and who love to see me smile.
You got me to a healthier level.
17 days and counting.
Surprisingly,
I'm okay with that.