cult teen
Hannah doesn’t believe she’s bulimic and maybe she’s right
This bitch is all purge and no binge
She says she worships at the altar of indulgence
But can’t indulge
My girlfriend thinks she could
Convince me to kill
I wouldn’t be surprised
She’s a cult teen, a relic from a forgotten age
Child of the satanic panic of the 80’s
She’s a look
Wants plastic surgery so she can be
Holocaust survivor Barbie
Gaunt and ghoulish but at least she’s skinny
Cigarette smoke and red eye shadow
Hung over hottie
But at least she’s skinny
She says she knows what cigarettes do to you
But doesn’t plan to live long enough to find out
Cult teen
Dark lipstick stains on her lovers cheeks
So young and already so
Cynical
So young and already so sure
It’s a look
Cult teen cynical
Cult teen beautiful
Cult teen can’t
Act fat
Can’t
Eat
Wants her outside to be as taunt as her pulled tight heart strings
wants
To be shaped like no shape at all
Wants to erase herself
Wants to become oblivion
It’s a look
It’s artistic
Her suffering is stylish
Her pain can be your
Trendy new wave of activism
It’s easy to cry over
Pretty disorders
It’s easy to cry over
A look that’s eating her alive