Morsels lifted with crackling fingers with pin thin wrists.
I could sew a dress with my needle fingers but id have to lose some weight to fit into it.
I wish to be so perfect that all the other girls will cry because they know their DNA will never be as perfect as my own.
Bite marks imprinted on my knuckles from my dissolving teeth,reminding me that eating isn't worth it.
I wish to one day be thinner than her and her and her, to be thinner than the pencil I chew on instead of food.
Disappearing, dissolving, dying it's all the same but it's worth it for all the pain of wishes of perfect.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC
Morsels lifted with crackling fingers with pin thin wrists.
I could sew a dress with my needle fingers but id have to lose some weight to fit into it.
I wish to be so perfect that all the other girls will cry because they know their DNA will never be as perfect as my own.
Bite marks imprinted on my knuckles from my dissolving teeth,reminding me that eating isn't worth it.
I wish to one day be thinner than her and her and her, to be thinner than the pencil I chew on instead of food.
Disappearing, dissolving, dying it's all the same but it's worth it for all the pain of wishes of perfect.
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