I wonder if I'm losing my mind.
Who, in their right mind, would think:
                     Our world is losing gravity,
                      And no one can escape...
I've a sensibility that sees the world:
                      There's a smell of beach on you...
Perhaps I'm too sensitive.
Perhaps I'll end up sitting in a corner,
Drooling verse:
                       Poets die, it's sad but true,
                       And it matters not what their bodies do...
A million years ago I was one to jeer
At the elderly,
Laugh at jokes in poor taste,
Avoid or ignor the extended empty coffee cup;
I wasn't thinking:
                        Charity is never wasted,
                         Even when refused;
                         A simple act of selflessness
                         Cannot be reduced.
What's to become of me?
Is it infectious?
What would happen if I sneezed at the world?
A pandemic of sensitivity?
Then where would we be!
I just might be doomed, and left drooling.

The hunger pains are so strong, they're earth-shattering.
It feels like my ribs will crack open, like the sidewalk during an earthquake.
My stomach is excavating itself from its very depth,
twisting and turning and rumbling, like the molten lava from an erupting volcano.
The pains come in waves,
like the rippling tides as the tsunami approaches.
Though sudden they have come,
the damage is already done.

I am a body of discontentment
Arms and legs of regret
Fingers of lies
A face of deceit
A torso of promised potential
All the parts together
Make up my human shape

Your skin, is as thin as light
Your eyes, they're dim, as dark as night
You told me you would wake up today
I hoped and I prayed, where were you in May
June came by, my birthday arrived
You wrapped your bony fingers around my neck
Your frail veins poked at my weary skin
Let go of me! Sin after sin!

I suffered your wrath of rough brutality
Days went by, pain I wish I didn't see
No one understands me
No one can feel my pain
My anorexic mother
Took my internal existence of happiness away
I want to end my broken life
A broken home, a shattered knife

You cried for me to call the police
I ran for the phone, but it didn't cease me
I ran out the door, searching for safety
I got lost in myself, laid in my misery
Now I'm dwelling on the repeating past
Are you eating right? Are you done with your fast?
You will never be normal, I said it three times
Can I meet you in Heaven? Who is my mother behind this skinny disguise?

Shrink yourself
Oh she's fading away
Hold her bones together
As the movies play

When a diet becomes an addiction
I felt myself give in
My mind was hooked on these
Skinny thoughts

Bones dance in my dreams
And I couldn't be shaken awake
Yes I'll be skinny like the others
Beautiful like I want

But there's nothing beautiful
About your hair falling out
And passing out and hitting your head
And freezing in the summer
And constantly falling asleep

There's nothing cute about
***** in your hair
And on your clothes
****** noses
And aching bones

Nothing glamorous behind that bathroom door
Just a stupid girl
With her head stuck half way down the pipes

He’s pale skin covering stricken bones
He’s so very scared of being alone
He’s pushing the one he loves away
Because he wants to be with her every second of the day
He believes she’s the one who heals
But she knows the real deal
She will stay with him anyway
As long she doesn’t have to be with him every second of the day
She doesn’t want to cause him any hurt
But she already knows it just won’t work
She doesn’t want to hurt the heart behind those fragile bones
And leave him all alone
When he says “I love you”
It’s just the illness speaking through
When she says the same looking into his eyes
She knows it all ***** white lies