We pray for collar bones,
And hip bones alike.
We skip meals, throw up,
To get the body we like.
We pray for scarlet,
And crimson at night,
We play with razors,
Just to feel alright.
We punish ourselves,
To become happy and thin,
We push people away,
Just to let Sue in.
YOU ARE READING
Songs((continuation))
PoetryI wrote this when I was like twelve, don't waste your time. I'm only publishing this again so that I can laugh about it with my mates.
