This weight on my hips, I’ll cut it off myself
No time to heal cause I need it all gone
My stomach and hips need to be thin
If I want you to notice me
All this self-loathing and pity I see
Those too tight pants and ugly marks on me
I’ll lose it all, I’ll be small for you
And I’ll play out this fantasy of us two
If I’m skinny you’ll want me
If I’m small you’ll see me
But if I’m big you’ll hate me
Cause that’s how it always has been
Down the sizes instead of us, bony fingers start to show
While you still don’t see me yet
I’ll starve to nothing if that’s what it takes
Cause I need you, to be happy
The pain in my stomach is nothing compared to my head
But it’ll go away soon when I get used to not eating
But the pain in my head, I know you’ll feel it
And you’ll take that away from me
I’m nothing now and yet you still don’t see
How it feels to truly be me
My bones break from lack of weight
And my stomach aches from emptiness
But you still don’t want me
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Haunted Dreams
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems that i once intended to turn into songs, but i never got around to it. I thought I'd share them with y'all because...i don't know. Just read it, eh?
