I look in the mirror every morning.
Skin is tight on my hip bones.
If I smile through the pain
maybe I can disguise
my love for being hollow.
I can't ask people to fill me
if I keep chasing the feeling of empty.
Who am I trying to prove myself to?
Can't you see,
I'm so very strong not to eat.
The damage I brought upon myself
gathers inside of this worthless body.
And I praise it for what it is
because it will secure me.
I dig for things I can feel until I'm numb.
It's a brainwashing fantasy,
but I still take the pills
that sit in front of me.
