An Internal Storm
Though I've yet to pull myself together
There's a part of me that seems to have tethered
My body image and self neglect
Are all pure relfections of lack of self-respect.
I starve myself day by day
And there's not really much about it I can say
I hate my body in every way, shape and form
And I don't know how much longer I can fight this storm.
I'm fed up with the skin I'm in
And at this point I just want to be thin
Caving every night will never get me there
When my bones show it'll give everyone a scare.
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