melancholy ;; poems & shit

Starve

(Mariah wrote this.)

Starve

She sits and starves
scars covering her arms
Her ribs they sigh
She sits and cries

Her parents don't care
Her friends don't know
She's tired of being alone
But she's given up trying to be ok

She starves to be that beautiful model thin
But she knows she'll never win
So she carries on strong
Her motto: "Starve on."
So she'll say "I'm fine, and "I'm okay."
But no one cares to see she's died inside.

Her broken, darkened heart.
Broken beyond repair; She's left to feel alone. What a losers game.
Now she sits alone and waits to die
This is her
Starve