She cried in the mirror
As she pinched the fat on her ugly skin
And watched the one she loved walk away.
She cried into the toilet bowel
As she regurgitated last night’s dinner
And watched the one she loved walk away.
She cried on the bathroom floor
As she dragged blades through her wrists
And watched the one she loved walk away.
So sick of never being good enough.
So sick of being alone.
She cries no longer
As she hangs by her neck
And watches the ones she once loved, from above.