but you're lovely,
don't ever let
the lifeless and thin
piece of metal carve
   and sink in your
delicate skin and
prickle your eyes with tears
of tiredness
and so mini circles of blood
decorate your surface
and I don't want you to
give up.
(c.r)

on occasion                  
   i think i'm pretty
and i almost believe it too
then                                            
all the comments flash
all the looks                  
all the unkindness      
all the memories          
of being called  
fat, gross, ugly  
it hurts to add on
it hurts to think
because                            
you were the first
random person
the only person,
who didn't know me
an almost stranger
to call me beautiful

i can't help but wonder              
is it all a lie?

I am cold.
I am quiet.
I'm in a hotel room with the shades drawn.
I have four bottles of pills
And two bottles of sobieski.
I could not be more tempted.
I love you all.
I'd like to thank the accademy.
Thank you all for having me.