what is
- greatness -
i dont want to know what is great,
i dont want to know whats great in your life,
i dont want to know how great your life is.
i want to know what greatness
is.
i want to know what greatness feels like
i want you.
you
are
greatness

im hungry all the time
i throw up all the time
i cut all the time
     (Blades.. Blades... Blades...)
its all because of you.
i miss you.
you left me.
alone
i miss you
you were my
everything
you left me crying on the side of the highway.
**WHY ALL I DID WAS LOVE YOU

I miss that piece of me
  that disappeared when you left
I miss those smiles that warmed me
  and made me feel my best
I miss how I used to be
  back when things were right
I miss those days I spent with you
  and looking forward to our nights
I miss the way I loved you
  but love me you did not
I miss not missing you
  now that hollow memories are all I've got

They skim the top layer of my skin
(blades...blades...blades...)
It is colder than the glares I get
(blades...blades...blades...)
It gives me so many goosebumps
(blades...blades...blades...)
But there are things I won't forget
(blades...blades...blades...)
A thesaurus is beside my note
(blades...blades...blades...)
But it cannot sum up any words
(blades...blades...blades...)
Perfect visions dance in my head
(blades...blades...blades...)
My written words are blurred
(blades...blades...blades...)
The feelings are coming back
(blades...blades...blades...)
And so are the old thoughts
(blades...blades...blades...)
And even my scars
(blades...blades...blades...)
Of the battles I've fought
(blades...blades...blades...)
The scars are a metaphor
(blades...blades...blades...)
For disappearing into nature
(blades...blades...blades...)
I can hear the animals roar
(blades...blades...blades...)
"****! I hate her!"
(blades...blades...blades...)
I'm not a normal girl
(blades...blades...blades...)
My necklace is a razor blade
(blades...blades...blades...)
One obsessing thought over and over
(blades...blades...blades...)
That I may use it one day.

are we dying to be skinny,
or are we dying,
to be skinny.