And we could sit around and cry but frankly your not worth it anymore.

Staring down the drain, causing a flash back of nearly 9 months ago,
or an immense feeling of deja vu. This shouldn't be happening,
i shouldn't be here in this place, alone on a cold bathroom floor. Girls
shouldn't be wasting their teen years in depression, and suicide,
no one should. So you're likely thinking to yourself,
asking yourself if she did, even though you already know the
answer. Shes sorry, and you know it, but she just cant stand looking
the the mirror everyday, and hating herself for it. Wiping tears
away almost every time she sees her bare body, She just wants
it gone. All of it, the bump that she's sucked in every day of
her life for the past five or six years. The jealousy of 90% of the
female population. She hates it, but she can't help it. The body
that is almost perfect, so close, but too far, so she waits, and keeps
struggling through the bad looks, the pains, all of it, just to
get rid of it all. Just for an end. We could cit around and feel
bad for her, but shes not worth it, she doesn't want any one's
attention, she doesn't want any one's pity. She wants less than more
really, less of her body, less of her mind, less of herself. She wants to
care less of what they say, she wants to forget about what it was
like. Just to be ten years old again, then again this personal
discomfort with herself had started long before she was ten.
Well sometimes it burns
Baby I'll wash it out
It all look so big
Never mind, I don't feel anything

Feeling so easy
Make me skin and bones
I'm always on my knees for you
You break like it's even
When you're leaving and
Thin, where the hell have you been?