I eat sleep and air And thinks I'm dumb But I'm smart because figured it out.
I am than you are And I am burning my skin off little by Until I reach and self I get to where I am essential Until I get to I am
Food doesn't tempt me Because I am so full of and sense I can even by water now Because I am off the parts of me That I need anymore.
I could the slow drips of pain before, Swirling inside where my lungs have been. Now I'm inside.
I threw out of things that I didn't need anymore. All my dresses and things like jeans and socks. Most days I through the house naked So I can see in the mirrors. I hundreds of them everywhere And they back to me all the time. keep me true and pure. They sure I'm still here.
I knew what I had to do I took all my notebooks, all my And ate them by page So I could take my with me.
I can finally control my and even death And I will die slowly like steam escaping a pipe.
is my greatest performance And all of the who won my parts will say How wonderful to let yourself go mad, How wonderful to go on this of journey And not care if you back to tell the story.
I words on the walls now So people will visit museum and know How like me ends up like this (they'll say there is art in somewhere).
Everything that comes out of me is Every tear, cough, every piss. that comes off of me is sacred Every fingernail, every eyelash, hair.
Starvation is sacred and I my bones the windows at night. I light candles and myself evaporate. This body is a little church, a temple. You can't see me now because I've inside.
My doesn't call anymore. My don't call anymore. You can't me anymore. They can't me anymore. I can.
And okay. I need them anymore. I can off of me. I to me. I dance me. I eat me.
When they find me, I'll a little smile on my face And they'll wrap me in a white cloth and lay me in the 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 when I stretch out on the floor and sing. Sometimes god in for a minute and says I'm doing fine, I'm almost there.
Every day I get a closer to vanishing. Some I can't stand up because the room moves under my feet And I smile I'm almost there, I'm an angel.
One day I am thin enough go outside Fluttering my so I can fly And I be so slight that I will pass through all of you wind.