Jack don’t eat fat
Jack don’t eat no lean
Food is a constant combat
Jack is an empty machine

no one knows pain
like
the ones
who
curse their beloveds
and
bleed their heart
dry


like
the ones
who
watch blood bubble up
from wounds
self-made

the ones
who
fill themselves up
just
to empty it all
in a bathroom stall

the ones
who
refuse their meals
and
live for the scale
because
numbers
don't leave

the crying poet
the bleeding cutter
the vomiting bulimic
the starving anorexic
the lost
the empty
the lonely
the unloved

the ones
who
love too much
and
not enough

no one knows pain
like
humans know pain

IF THIS BODY
WEREN'T MINE
WOULD I STILL
HATE IT?

im hungry all the time
i throw up all the time
i cut all the time
     (Blades.. Blades... Blades...)
its all because of you.
i miss you.
you left me.
alone
i miss you
you were my
everything
you left me crying on the side of the highway.
**WHY ALL I DID WAS LOVE YOU