If I was a cigarette
I'd be menthol
If I was a flower
I'd be a daisy
If I was a pair of shoes
I'd be converse
If I was a weather
I'd be rain
If I was a liquid
I'd be water
If I was a school grade
I'd be a B
If I was yours
You'd think about her

I can't describe it
Every time you speak to me
I lose all my feelings
I become numb
My fingers tingle
My toes curls
And my stomach does somersaults

I think about you
Every second
Minute, hour, day
I tell my friends about your smile
I imagine you holding me
Every once in a while

Mirror, mirror, don't you see,
What you show is destroying me?

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Why cant I be thin, skinny and tall?

Mirror, mirror, I do not eat,
So why am I so fat, from my head to my feet?

Mirror, mirror, you're doing it again,
Is this you or is it in my head?

I suppose maybe I should sleep,
To rid of these crazy thoughts.
Maybe I should take a shower,
Paint my fingernails a summery color,
Run myself a nice warm bath and light a scented candle,
Pick up a pencil and sketch my surroundings,
Dial my lovers digits and have a meaningful talk,
Read my favorite book for the 213th time,
Put on my glasses and count every sparkling star shining bright,
Perhaps I should even name those stars,
Maybe I should bake some cookies,
Maybe I should do something I absolutely adore doing.
Yes, I suppose I should.
But the one thing that tops all of those things and wins every time,
Is the one thing I shouldn't do.
Something I don't love to do.
I pick up the gun,
Silence myself by wrapping my swollen lips around the tip,
My finger barely slips,
And the wall behind me is stained crimson red.

Snowflake skin,
Vivid red lips.

Eyes wide like grandfather clocks.
And bottled blonde perhaps platinum locks.

Fake beauty spot,
Silky skin burning hot.

Bats her eyes,
Gives John butterflies.

Everybody loves her,
The men all pay her.

Government ******,
Overdose, Surrender.