My body is a
rollercoaster.

I am healthy
and sick
I love life
and death
equally.

I lose hope
find hope
doubt hope.

I fell in love
with his green eyes
and the freckles
on her nose.
My cold hands
made them shiver
both.

I will either
live forever
or die
before I turn twenty-three.

I gain weight
lose weight
don't weigh
at all.

I am crazy
and sane
fragile
like the white skin
that covers my wrists
cold
like the sharp blade
that kept me company.

I am an attraction
at the amusement park.

He once said
    "treat yourself right"
    and to hang those words
    on my wall
    'cause he knew
    I would need to see them
    everyday.

    He once asked me
    about that
    "thigh gap thing"
    he saw online
    and he told me
    to never do that to myself.

    I once told him
    I liked sharp objects
    knives and scissors and blades
    and I showed him
    my Sylvia Plath tattoo
    and he never left me alone
    ever again.