Skinny Me Please
I always get what I want,
One way or another.
Let it be men,
Objects,
Care,
Money,
Almost anything,
I get it my way.
The one thing I’ve never gotten is to be in my ideal weight.
Be as thin as I want.
I’ve been told I have amazing will power,
And if I’ve managed to almost get there once,
I can definitely do it again.
I’m so morbidly obese now,
That I know it’ll be harder.
I have proposed to myself that if they manage to put me back here in the clinic again,
It will be for anorexia.
That if they manage to catch me,
To see it,
Notice it.
But I know for a fact they won’t.
I still don’t want to live,
So the quietest,
Simplest way to go about it,
That I can see,
Is starving myself to death.
That way they won’t blame me for it,
Because in my nucleus and family,
As long as you’re thin and beautiful,
Everything is fine.
I’m done being fat.
I don’t care if I’m healthy,
I just want to be beautiful.
Copyright © Maria L. | Year Posted 2017
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