(Tw)
One two three four
All these number are rotting my core
Five six seven eight
All I care about is my weight
Nine ten eleven twelve
All these girls starving themselves
Carving out their stomachs like a jack-o'-lantern trying prying to look like the skeleton they dressed up for this year.
One bite two never more than three because if you take a third there's more calories then you need.
They will haunt you till you're on the floor crying shrieking due to the reason you just want to eat.
One two three four
Two dead girls lying on the floor
Five six seven eight
Did they know that this was their fate.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of My Thoughts.
PoetryAll poetry is mine. - - A gathering of my deepest thoughts and feelings compiled into one small book of poetry. trigger warning = (tw) - - Stay safe xx Logan
