Slimmer, slimmer.
The gap is getting slimmer.
The frame I should walk through
changes overnight.If I never catch up,
if I never quite make it,
is there room at the table?
Is it still safe to eat?Thinner, thinner.
I know I should be thinner.
Nobody knows that better than me.
Winner, winner.
Hey mom, look, I skipped dinner.
Sorry.
I keep letting this world get to meToo hot, too hot.
It's summer. I'm not pretty.
My shoulders and my arms
embrace all of my pity.Self pity, starvation.
It all feels the same.
It all feels a part
of a bigger, loosing game.And those games have their trophies
and their medals of diagnoses.
What an honour self-control is.
To be alive, but to decompose, and...If the other girls can do it,
why can't I? I swear I trying.
Where they're all out getting trimmer,
I cry on the scales to make it glimmer.Thinner, thinner.
I know I should be thinner.
Nobody knows that better than me.
Winner, winner.
Hey mom, look, I skipped dinner.
Sorry.
I keep letting this world get to me.
Thinner, thinner.
I know I should be thinner.
Nobody knows that better than me.
Winner, winner.
Hey mom, look, I skipped dinner.
Sorry.
I keep letting this world get to me.
Thinner, thinner.
I know I should be thinner.
Nobody knows that better than me.
Winner, winner.
Hey mom, look, I skipped dinner.
Sorry.
I keep letting this world get to me.
Thinner, thinner.
I know I should be thinner.
Nobody knows that better than me.
Winner, winner.
Hey mom, look, I skipped dinner.
Sorry.
I keep letting this world get to me.If I never catch up,
if I never quite make it,
is there room at the table?
Is it still safe to eat?I can't catch up.
I'm not meant to make it.
Can't sit at the table.
I'm too scared to eat.Thinner, thinner.
I know I should be thinner.
Nobody knows that better than me.'Thinner, Thinner' - 12/06/23
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I Hope There's Love in Letting Go
Poetry'I Hope There's Love in Letting Go'. An original collection of songs by me. ⭐︎