Thin

I want to be so thin that the slightest breeze will break my frail bones and turn me into dust to be swept away and diluted into the air.

I want to be so thin that I am so unnoticeable - that I could be standing right next to you talking, but you can't see me - I would be a ghost.

I want to be so thin that when I die, the coroners can pick up my body piece by piece and assemble them in a coffin however they please.

I want to be so thin you can literally see all the hurt and pain gathering in my heart.

That is my true goal.