wasting away inside her skin
fragile bones of youth
flashes of film make her jealous

she doesnt know its killing her heart
she wouldnt care even if she did
she looks in the mirror and it screams back at her

six years of hurt
six years of pain
no one can undo what theyve done

she wishes they would take back what they said
but nothing changes
shes stares at herself and doesnt understand why she cant be perfect
the desire wastes her away til shes nothing

a week in the hospital
a month in a clinic
all the effort doesnt erase the six years

her heart is broken and damaged
she wont live past fifty
she wouldnt care even if she knew

its the perfection that kills her
the struggle she lives with
no one can take it back
but they did this to her