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You don't want that, do you?
You're not that hungry, are you?

Why enjoy that bag of chips
knowing it'll go straight to the hips
when you can look like the skeletons hanging in your closet?

You want to see the numbers on the scale go down
and you can't help but frown
when you don't look as frail
as the model that died.

An apple a day
keeps the doctor away
but what if that apple
is all you eat?

When every bite is a feat
and you have to admit defeat
against that petty crumb of something sweet,
well that's when,
you scrawl back to your den and retreat.

But then you catch your reflection
and it's so far from perfection
that you tug at your skin and uneven complexion
begging for a new life.

That's when you get angry
and pull up your shirt to look at your stomach
and you cant even stomach
what you see.

You want to see the rib cage
with bones as white as the blank page
on which you scrawl every brawl
you have with your body in cursive.

You want to see the hipbone,
the muscle with a slender tone
and a weight that doesn't make the chair groan.

Do you remember that time
when a nobody said
that it's all in your head and
you'll end up dead
if you don't get the fuck out of bed and wake up?

Society glorified a disease
that just leaves deceased
but not to worry
since you're the envy
of that fat girl at least.

Every guy that walks by wont see
a mouth with a zipper
they'll see a stripper
cause you work so hard to please them
and want so bad to walk by
and have them freeze.

Then you go back home
and you see that fucking mirror
but this time it couldn't be clearer
and the future couldn't be nearer
and numbers don't lie
so you let out a sigh
cause you're almost at the 90-pound mark.

Then that night you lay in the dark
with this strange sort of spark
that you've never seen.

But people start to notice your physique
and how you always seem tired and weak
and you slur when you speak
because you can no longer process the words.

Then a week later you lay in the dark
in a hospital bed
and you lost any spark
that you've ever shed.

They make you eat but they don't let you run
and the numbers go up and you know that they've won.

But you tried
You tried so god damn hard…

You lied through your teeth
with no truth underneath
but now you can just pray
that maybe one day
you'll look like the model that died.