I feel sick because I am sick
And I feel weak because I haven’t eaten in a week
And I feel gray, I feel big.
But it’s alright, it’s ok, I’ll live.

My teeth feel so thin
Why can’t it be my heavy fucking skin?
And my hair is going the drain
I feel tired and angry and sick
I can’t complain.

There are stripes across my chest
They extend from my back to my breasts
And in the back of my wrists, they’re all bit
And I promise I’ll try not to shake when I sit.

My throat burns and my hands itch
And my cheeks, they stick out a bout a half and inch
And I black out when I stand up
And you tell me that I’ll disappear?
I don’t give a fuck.

I’m in love with what I’m seeing but now I need it more
I will expel all this garbage from this fucking heavy whore
And it will come out lighter than it ever was before
And the angels from the heavens will bring me to the Lord,
And he will say:

(Beautiful) Bones!
Scale!
Salt of the earth!
Amen!



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