My inner ribs are killing me 

But that'll match my internal pain 

It hurts 

I know I'm going to die 

Whether it's before senior year or before my sophomore year is over 

I'll never be in my best friend's wedding 

I won't have kids of my own 

I'll never get to marry the girl of my dreams 

I'll never get to go to my prom 

To raise the children I've been wanting since I was 5 

It tears me up

But I can't do what I need to to survive 

I can't go back to being fat 

I can't deal with my body having more fat on it 

It has too much fat on it right now 

I can't keep dealing with it 

I need it gone 

But that means I'll be gone 

Maybe that's for the best