"Sweetheart, You lose so much weight" "I'm fine mom, I've already ate" Sedative words that can't extricate Food, Is what I begun to hate.
Thin, Thin, Very Thin Left with bones and waxen skin. I'm famished but anxious of the kilos Furtively eating with my eyes, Day by day this is how it goes.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, can't you see? What you show is demising me. Every calorie is a conflagration Stepping into the scale a redundant vexation.
Stand upon my reflection again A fat *** is what I see, vociferating of my brain makes me regurgitate in so much pain. Drops of anesthetic mainlining my soul numbers in the scale are reigning without control.
Flesh into ebbing, turning acrimony into cuts throwing meals, when everyone shuts All is left is my aweary bones Still it whispers "Not thin enough"