Porcelain
I am a porcelain girl with cracked porcelain skin
I want to be pretty perfect thinthinthin
Skinny little thighs pretty pink cheeks
So down my throat my finger goes and up the bad things go
Nimble little fingers stained with chocolate cake and cherry pie, red stained lips and puffy pink eyes
Dead broken eyes and mile wide thighs, ugly cheeks and broken smiles
Happy pretty doctors giving out round little candies to keep me from dying
Screams and cries and lieslieslies
I am fine I am pretty I am fine
I am a little porcelain girl with taped porcelain skin, pieces chipping off and bugs crawling in
No food for days bingebingebinge
Little round candies fill the holes, keep the bugs away
Happy pretty doctors say that I’m better but my fingers are still stained and it won’t go away
Can’t stop won’t stop must be thin
Lies grow bigger smiles grow wider
I am thin I am thin I am thin
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