I'll have nothing for breakfast
and nothing for lunch
I'll pick at my dinner
But still won't eat much
I've eaten virtually nothing
by the end of the day
Nothing matters anymore
except for what the scale will say
People say I'm already skinny
but what do they know
I still think I look fat
even if I'm all bones
My parents are worried
that I'll go to far
That I'm going to get sick
or going to starve
But I drone out their warnings
and pretend I don't hear
The only thing I pay attention to
is what I see in the mirror
I don't see the horror
of the bones over my chest
I'm going to get skinny
even if I starve to death
