Skin and bone,
Pale and wasted...

Life is a journey, I just got lost along the way,
The demon that visited decided to stay...

I have a nasty secret,
I can't tell you what I do...

I want to be so thin that the slightest breeze...
I want to be so thin that I am so unnoticeable...

These little cut-out dolls are paper thin
holding hands and smiling with saccharine grins...

Tired days and sleepless nights
Getting in to endless fights...

Body full; eyes empty
Lifeless soul in raging flesh...