I eat sleep and air And everyone I'm dumb 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 bone and self I get to where I am essential Until I get to I am
doesn't tempt me anymore Because I am so full of and sense I can pass by water now Because I am living off the of me That I don't anymore.
I could feel the slow drips of before, Swirling inside my lungs should 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 have hundreds of them And they talk to me all the time. They me true and pure. make sure I'm still here.
When I 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 life and even And I will die slowly steam escaping from 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 kind of journey And not care if you come to tell the story.
I words on the walls now So people visit this museum and know How someone like me ends up like (they'll say there is art in somewhere).
Everything that comes out of me is tear, every cough, every piss. Everything comes off of me is sacred Every fingernail, every eyelash, hair.
Starvation is sacred and I scratch my the windows at night. I light and feel myself evaporate. This body is a church, a little temple. You can't see me now I've gone inside.
My family call anymore. My friends call anymore. You hurt 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.
they find me, I'll have 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 hurt anymore. I'm not anymore. I'm not sad I'm not anymore. I it through.
I feel so and clean when I stretch out on the floor and sing. Sometimes god comes in for a minute and says I'm fine, I'm almost there.
Every day I get a little to vanishing. Some days I can't stand up because the moves under my feet And I because I'm almost there, I'm an angel.
One day when I am thin go outside Fluttering my so I can fly And I will be so slight that I will pass all of you wind.