my throat, it kind of aches
i guess its kind of irritated by my fist
being shoved down
to eradicate
the calories i just drowned
the mirrors i cant bear to stare
so there taped up ebony
just so i cant see
the travesty that is my body
the tiny indent of a collarbone
sitting all alone
nobody knows but me.
and you would never believe.
i only make myself empty promises
feel my stomach burn
and im tired.
really tired.
but thats the price i'll pay
for ever letting myself
Become this way.
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