This wasn't for me,

I did this for you. 

Each cut and each bruise, 

And every beating in between.

No food,

Just water,

Day by day.

and there goes the weight.

212.

197.

176.

143.

119.

Not healthy.

Then you notice me? 

No. 

Not for you,

but because of you.

I am stong.

I am a survivor.

And thank my stars you are gone.