Feet together; thighs apart. The collar bones are where we start. Count the ribs and feel the hips. That's what makes us skinny bitch.
As The Years Went By
As the years went by
She ate less and less
We asked her why
But she would deny
What everyone saw her doing
As the years went by
She weighed less and less
She told a lie
And with a sigh
She said she weighed too much
As the years went by
She spoke less and less
We gave her love
But like a dove
She flew away and left us alone
As the years went by
We worried less and less
She is ok
We'd smile and say
Until she cut too much
As the years went by
That skinny girl
Really became bones
We'd walk to her grave
And I would pray
That she hurt less and less
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Ana Said Starve
PoetryAna wants us to starve. Mia wants us to purge. Sue wants us to die. We just want to be happy