I want to be a skinny teen
With thick and flowing hair
Crystal eyes, a great disguise
A beauty that is rare
So if my lungs may call for smoke
Or my stomach for a drink
My teeth so white, will hardly fight
To poison underneath
My bones will wrack with tremors
From the colored, candy pills
Mistaked to be, my laugh you see
Anything for ugly thrills
To feel the ice of tile
As I lay down on the floor
The bloody pounds, of thumping sounds
Is this what I'm searching for?