Feb. 14, 2006 - Voices
aching to be
beautiful in their eyes
what the world calls perfection
costs so many lives
so hungry all day
but she wouldn't dare
she knows she is dying
but she doesn't care
the choice she's made
she's controlled by this
her only thought is
what to give up next
how long can she go
before she gives way
her mind is so cloudy
head spinning all day
she looks in the mirror
she hates what she sees
who cares that she fits
into one-digit jeans
each moment she hears
the voice in her head
”if i am not thin
i'd rather be dead”
empty and pure
floating on air
light and beautiful
the food doesn't care
consumed by the image
of the girl on the screen
stay strong, stay together
while inside she screams
give me some reason
other than this
to stay strong tomorrow
and not go through with it
ate nothing today
but dinner's ahead
food is the enemy
the one thing she dreads
nobody sees
nobody else knows
how blind they are
oh, how far she'll go
and each moment she hears
the voice in her head
”if i am not thin
i'd rather be dead”
one more pound gone
till nothing is left
each day is easier
to starve to death
dying so slowly
perfection, it seems
means the girl in the mirror
looks like the magazines
her friends ask way
and force her to eat
they don't understand
this goal she must meet
she says that she's fine
but she knows it’s not true
it doesn't really matter
she's got more to lose
and each moment she hears
the voice in her head
”if i am not thin
i'd rather be dead”
only one thought
all the day through
what did she eat
how much did she lose
the scale is her master
the numbers accuse
her stomach is empty
heart beaten and bruised
more miles today
more calories burned
till someone finds out
and the tables are turned
they try to help out
but just make it worse
their sympathy sometimes
seems more like a curse
it's all she controls
she won't let it go
her mind won't heal
this is all that she knows
and each moment she hears
the voice in her head
”if i am not thin
i'd rather be dead”
