i want it to go away.
no more, please.

when you feel like you'd had enough, no, you don't want anymore. You can't take anymore. You've got to make it stop. But when the only thing that can stop it, is you! You're the one, the only one, who has to stop it. When it's weighing you down, and your knees are already trembling, there's just so much you can do. 

So, what can you do? Nothing. It's hopeless.
So, you stop thinking about it, and fleetingly wishes it would just go away. And ofcourse, it wouldn't. But a person can wish, and a girl can dream. So, you've had enough, and you can't do anything about it. You simply just stop. Stop. Think. How can you make it stop?

How can you do that? Think.
If you don't want to eat anymore, then just stop.
If you don't want to look good without pulling your stomach in anymore, then just stop.
Who says, food's your friend? Food isn't your friend, you may think it's your friend, but it's not.
Food may pretend to be your friend, but it's a back stabber. Sure, it makes you happy, you think. But what happens afterwards? Your friend, stabs you in the back. You start gaining weight.
You can see your own stomach growing. You're so fat!
You can't even stand it anymore. You can't even look at yourself in the mirror.
You don't even want to take a shower, because that would mean stripping yourself off. And having to see your own body makes you sick, and shameful. Shame. Shame!
You're so fat you don't even want to leave the house. You were embarrassed of your fatness.
You've got to stay in the house. You don't want anyone to see you like this.
You've got to do something!

You're hideous!