Look at you you fatass
You need to lose some weight
A thin, beautiful, perfect child
I will help you create
First we'll start with one pound
And by the time that's through
It can't possibly be enough
So now we'll push for two
The two pounds come and go
But you're still not pleased with what you see
So then I'll whisper in your ear
Hey, let's shoot for three
Pound after pound you will shed
But yet you yearn for more
So what's the harm I'll say
Our next goal will be four
Over the time you get addicted
Four will turn to eight
And so you keep on losing
And fuss about your weight
You look in the mirror and are unpleased
With the fat protruding from your skin
Eight turns into sixteen
You just want to be thin
Oh hold on, now you're getting sick
But you don't give a damn
Because now you're truly obsessed
And scared of gaining just one gram
And by now you've lost fifty pounds
And you want to double that
But you don't see you're getting deathly thin
You're the opposite of fat
But you don't see it, you say
Just a couple more pounds, just a few
And not that much further on the disease has killed you
So people go to your funeral
And they cry as they play the last song
And I'm standing there, smirking
Don't you see this was my plan all along?
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
