count, count, counting
the numbers will hurt
trying to fit into that skirt
thinking all of your body is amounting

each bite and breath
pause to question each piece
but you know the battle will never cease
the best outcome may result in death

everything that you once had will be stripped away
the flesh, bone, and skin
will make room for that clothes pin
until you realize you're in a tailspin
but you thought you were really happy anyway

to the the girls who starve themselves,
the ones that watch their carbs,

you want to feel adored
you´re personality is fading
they´ll eventually get bored.

while striving for more
you settle for less

you can´t seem to love yourself
step on the scale, there go a few numbers
along with your happiness

Hi.
I told you.
I whispered it to you in the night.
But the moon rays
and the chilled wind
swept my words away
before they met your ears.

To be continued.

Somewhere through the trees, there's a break.
A break where the light can shine through to light up the earth.
The ground cracks
and crumbles
and becomes green again.
Allowing life to persevere.
Bear steps once,
and bear steps twice.
And eternity can go on
through memories.
Images of the past that last all of a lifetime
in the sun's eyes.
We can only know that that
the greatness will grown
and the bear will keep going.
But the sun knows it all.

Real life is on our fingertips.
The flick of a feather.
Real life is on the tips of our tongues.
Words stuck in the middle of your open throat.
Real life is in the air beneath our feet when we run.
But every time we leave the ground,
gravity announces our place
on this earth once more.
Real life floats through our minds.
When that song
begins to play,
and the rhythm
makes our bones become alive again
But the song must come to an end eventually.
Real life
is out there.
Every day.
We're making it.



We're making it.

I did it.


That's all she wrote.




But she didn't understand


it had all


just
begun.