My waist is thin,
my wrists are thinner.
Bones protrude everywhere
my ribs & my hips & my hands
The number on the scale is too low
the number of things I hate about myself too high
I am wasting away
and I don't know how much
I care

but
     I
      want
               to
                 sin
                     on
                         every
                                  inch
                                        of
                                           your
                                                 body.

i never thought that anyone could love me
until the day i wasn't there
to love anyone else
or myself