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