I find myself growing colder with each passing day
Slowly learning to hate every single inch of myself
Carving the word fat into my skin and hate into my heart
I see ugly in the mirror and sadness in my eyes
Constantly speaking in a mixture of fibs and lies
Despising myself more than anyone else ever could
You may wonder what all started this mess
The answer is a case of terminal loneliness
Being alone definitely caused my demise
Here everybody, my death will be your prize