I eat sleep and air And everyone thinks I'm But I'm because I've figured it out.
I am than you are And I am burning my off little by little Until I reach and self Until I get to I am essential I get to where I am
Food doesn't me anymore Because I am so full of energy and I can even pass by now I am living off the parts of me That I don't anymore.
I could feel the slow of pain before, Swirling inside my lungs should have been. Now I'm inside.
I out hundreds of things that I didn't need anymore. All my and bras Stupid things jeans and socks. Most days I float through the naked So I can see in the mirrors. I hundreds of them everywhere And they talk to me all the time. keep me true and pure. They make sure I'm here.
When I knew I had to do I all my notebooks, all my manuscripts And ate page by page So I take my words with me.
I can finally control my life and even And I will die slowly steam escaping from a pipe.
This is my performance And all of the actresses who won my will say How wonderful to let yourself go mad, How wonderful to go on this kind of And not if you come back to tell the story.
I scratch on the walls now So people will this museum and know How someone like me ends up like (they'll say is art in here somewhere).
Everything that out of me is sacred Every tear, every cough, piss. Everything comes off of me is sacred Every fingernail, every eyelash, hair.
is sacred and I scratch my bones Against the at night. I light candles and myself evaporate. body is a little church, a little temple. You see me now because I've gone inside.
My doesn't call anymore. My friends don't anymore. You hurt me anymore. They hurt me anymore. I can.
And okay. I need them anymore. I can off of me. I to me. I with me. I eat me.
When they find me, I'll have a little on my face And they'll me in a white cloth and lay me in the ground And say they understand. But I do. I don't anymore. I'm not anymore. I'm not sad I'm not anymore. I it through.
I feel so holy and clean when I out on the floor and sing. god comes in for a minute and says I'm doing fine, I'm almost there.
Every day I get a little to vanishing. Some days I can't stand up because the room under my feet And I smile because I'm there, I'm an angel.
One day when I am enough go outside Fluttering my so I can fly And I be so slight that I will pass through all of you wind.