As I caress your porcelain neck, my hands start to get a better grip. The cry comes out as *****. The self pity, in tears to blend with the water below. All drains lead to the ocean, I begged the current to take me away with it's flow.  Because all you can remember is 16 year old you...happy about food on holidays. While your mom harasses you to hate yourself. She said," Go! Go stand naked infront of that mirror and I can be certain you will never be happy about food again." And so I carress you, with bruised knees and a broken heart.