Breaking

A point where all you want is to be understood
I'll never understand why I push him away.
My heart breaks.
My mind aches.
And all I can think of is manipulate.
When my soul tears and my body crumbles under pressure of my body structure.
Is it a lie?
For attention?
Or are my intentions worth mention?
Every day, morning, night, noon.
My weight on the scale, mirror, bedroom, haunt me.
Words I say, fights I start,
All I can think about is the end result.
He will leave me,
After all, that's what my mom said, and moms know all.