I give each customer a gift today,
Not a portion more, or less to pay...

What happened to my heart of stone?
My will and wish to be alone...

I am not the cutter looking for a family,
I am not the anorexic seeking perfection...

Don't look to the future and tell me you can't...
Don't glance to a past that seems make believe...

Affliction rises in my throat
attempting a purge of my failure...

Friends are those...
Who have seen your scars...

My worst fears awaken me,
I see you no longer...

This time she didn't leave a note,
She didn't say goodbye...

No one is coming
To save you my dear...

Are you disgusted with my horrendous bulk?
My colossal mass, (My withering form...

....
grief...

Live for tomorrow,
Live for today...