“Woe is me, for I make friendships sail.”
The siren girl looked at her tail.
“Woe is me, for the relationships flee.”
She’s sullen, for alone she be.
No matter how she sings the song, the sailors hear it all so wrong.
She wishes to be out of sea and thinks
That legs will make her free,
But oceans will belong to sirens and sirens to the sea.

Pain
And suffering
And evaporated tears
And razor blades
And laxative teas
And skinny jeans
And diet pills
And angry words
And impulsive decisions
And lies
And bleeding lines
And swollen wrists
And puffy eyes
And long sleeves
And stay-in-bed-all-day days
And avoid-the-crowd-for-days days
And won’t-mind-getting-hit-by-a-car days
And bitten tongues
And sad songs
And bleach shots
And fake Instagram posts
And living through YouTube videos
And fasting
And failing
And then no longer caring
And feeling like it’s all over
And then doing it all over,
All / Over /Again