Where are my tears coming from? Are they coaxed out by the fingers down my throat, coming up with the acids in my stomach? Or are they because of the pain leading me to do this to myself?
Blurring things together, Making my reflection as distorted and fat and bloated as I am in my mind
I can feel the flesh settled on my bones. The fat waiting there, wishing I could skim it off with a knife I know it must be as soft as butter
why am I doing this why am I crying why am I killing myself from the inside