TRIGGER WARNING
** If you are sensitive to eating disorders and self harm, I strongly recommend you stop reading.
Read at your own risk
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Nothing but a broken mask to me.
I want to throw up but it's apparent
That I will take on the role as a parent.
I don't want my child to grow up thinking
Would it be better if I was skinny?
I stand above my toilet looking down
People think I'm funny, like a clown
It's sad, they like to poke
Make a joke
Tie the rope
Be done with it like "That's all, folks!"
My baby's name will be Daria.
I know I will soon have to carry her.
How can I do that when my arms are limp
With no muscle to back it up
Because all I do breathe lint.
My hunger is driving me insane.
Daria asked her dad "Why does Mommy take those pills?"
Daria my dear, it is because I'm crazy.
I see a black monster hovering over me because all my life I've only paid medical bills.
Daria is now fourteen, beautiful, and dead.
Her casket being lowered in her grave is the only thing that swarms my head.
I cannot help but think it's my fault.
Here I am exposed and out of my shell, Daria come back to me.
I'm suffering in my own cave
Wondering what it's like to be beautiful like you were, Daria.
I'm in the hospital
I haven't eaten in 3 days
Rope burns line my neck with disappointment
I'm sorry Daria.
The hunger has taken me and dragged me down into his pit of despair
Waiting for me to speak
I told the hunger goodbye, Daria.
I'm coming to visit you.
