Really isn't that hard
Don't know why you feel so deserving of it
Just 'cause my body makes you hard
Doesn't mean you get to take control of it
Seat myself upon my throne
A bathroom scale
Put myself upon your pedestal
I'll never be the one you love
The one you need
Unless you see all of me
I'm a skeleton
I don't exist
I know that there is so much more to life than this
I know I made it out alive
Why does that mean that I went through nothing?
I held those scars like a tree as their roots made their way through my veins
I'm sorry that your love turned me into a carpenter so I could feel something
As you hacked away into me whilst my branches sheltered you from rain
I know just what you think of me and what they think
What I'm made out to be
What all you're friends see
And although I'm free, I'll never be 'cause
I still only feel pretty when I feel hungry
So leave me be
Let me bleed
Let the stream of red connect me to a crimson sea and
When I reach the shore, let me feel no more
Pray that it is quicksand and I sink into the floor
Right now I lay in my bed and the blankets feel so unwelcoming
And for my bones that protrude underneath the skin, they feel the same
My insides cannot rest within the fabric of the body they feel so unwelcome in
So I must starve until I turn myself inside out