4st 7lb- Manic Street Preachers

אנדי07 · 2024-07-23T03:21:08+03:00

I eat too much to die,And not enough to stay alive,I'm sitting in the middle, waiting. Days since I last pissedCheeks sunken and despairedSo gorgeous sunk to six stoneLose my only remaining homeSee my third rib appearA week later all my flesh disappearStretching taut, cling-film on boneI'm getting betterKaren says I've reached my target weightKate and emma and kristin know it's fakeProblem is diet's not a big enough wordI want to be so skinny that I rot from viewI want to walk in the snowAnd not leave a footprintI want to walk in the snowAnd not soil its purityStomach collapsed at fiveLift up my skirt my sex is goneNaked and lovely and 5st. 2May I bud and never flowerMy vision's getting blurredBut I can see my ribs and I feel fineMy hands are trembling stalksAnd I can feel my breasts are sinkingMother trys to choke me with roast beefAnd sits savouring her sole ryvittaThat's the way you're built my father saidBut I can change, my cocoon sheddingI want to walk in the snowAnd not leave a footprintI want to walk in the snowAnd not soil its purityKate and kristin and kit katAll things I like looking atToo weak to fuss, too weak to dieChoice is skeletal in everybody's lifeI choose, my choice, I starve to frenzyHunger soon passes and sickness soon tiresLegs bend, stockinged I am twiggyAnd I don't mind the horror that surrounds meSelf-worth scatters, self-esteem's a boreI long since moved to a higher plateauThis discipline's so rare so please applaudJust look at the fat scum who pamper me soYeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youthSuch beautiful dignity in self-abuseI've finally come to understand lifeThrough staring blankly at my navel.