Too Sick To Know

She can't tell anyone her problems
There's no where to turn
Over whelmed with her thoughts
Death is what she yearns

The media stains her brain
With models dying to be thin
Causing people to break
And instead turn to gin

Self-destruction
With no one to tell her she's wrong
Pointing out everything negative
She'll never belong

There's a monkey on her back
A big weight of insecurity
Skinny like a needle
With no sense of purity

She's a little girl
With no one offering help
Too sick to know
To be heard she must yelp