Thin thin thin
All to begin
I see myself in a mirror
I just cant win
I try harder, eat less
Vomit my soul
I get all depressed
Why am I obsessed
Ill try eat food
Thin thin thin
Now I feel guilty
Im so fat every where
I can’t stand up
My legs feel weak
I feel so fat
Thin thin thin
I walk to my bathroom
Turn on the fan, the taps
I hear running water
I hear my head scream
To be thinner, is to be a winner
I tilt my head back
Hit hard on my neck
I clog the sink
I hide my soul
Wash it away
The blood soon comes
I know I’ve done enough
My guilt is gone
Im still not winning
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