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