For the month of may her heart was gray
 and she only ate three apples

In the mirror she watched herself and on her cheeks were tears

She enjoyed the sin of eating
 but felt the fat pile on her body

So for the month of June her heart was black 
and she ate a stick of celery

It didn’t last long because the toilet called her name 
so nothing was all she felt

and by July her heart couldn’t beat 
and was faded into dust

and she couldn’t feel anything anymore because all she was,
 was nothing