I know I'm undeserving,
Grant me the willpower to turn down food,
Give me the strength to ignore my hunger,
Help me be what you want me to be,
Help me be perfect,
So I can be loved.
They always say they're concerned about me, about my health, when all they want to do is control me. They want to pin
me down and force-feed me with lies, with what they call
love. Like prisoners everywhere, all I have left is the power
You’re looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black. You just keep going to the bathroom always
say you’ll be right back. Well it takes one to know one, kid, I think you’ve got it bad. But what’s so easy
in the evening, by the morning's such a drag.
"Lie to me,
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.
know the difference,
Between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder,
Which of us did you love.
I bleed, I bleed,**
You will be tempted quite frequently, and you will have to choose whether you shall enjoy the twenty minutes or so that
you will be consuming empty calories, whether you will cordially despise yourself for two or three days for lack of willpower.
One day I will be thin enough. Just the bones, no disfiguring flesh. Just the pure, clean shape of me, bones. That is
what we all are, what we're made up of and everything else is just storage, deposit, waste. Strip it away, use it up.
Quod me nutrit, me destruit. (That which nourishes me destroys me.)
Why can't they realize my strength, how much it's taken to make so little of myself?
It's simple: you decide once and for all that you aren't going to eat, and there is no further decision to make.
I do eat normally; I eat only what is necessary for survival. I can't help it that we live in a piggish society where