My waist is thin,
my wrists are thinner.
Bones protrude everywhere
my ribs & my hips & my hands
The number on the scale is too low
the number of things I hate about myself too high
I am wasting away
and I don't know how much
I care
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
Today it snowed
But first it rained.
I saw a ghost
I thought it was you
And I held you in my hand.
So I took a lighter
And I let you burn.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC