Anymore

I miss feeling loved. I’ve gotten fat and ugly and you don’t love me anymore. You won’t kiss me , you won’t hold me , you don’t even talk to me . You have no idea what’s been going on and you don’t care . I’ve been planning my death for weeks now and all you do call me dramatic when you hear me cry myself to sleep at night. You wouldn’t even care to find out the reason behind any of this .