Little Footnotes on the Back of Your Throat

You're a skeleton, your a walking
Deadness filled with water drying
Up from starvation

You look in the mirror, you tell yourself
You're not beautiful, you don't give
Yourself a chance

Be your own judge but don't judge
Too harshly You need to
Give yourself criticism but
Not to the extreme

You tell yourself a few more pounds
And I'd be perfect I say a few more
You'd be dead You punish yourself and
Punishment is no supper

You're withering, withering away in the wind
You're breaking, breaking with every bend
You need to get help you need to make this
End

Be your own judge but don't
Judge too harshly you need to
Give yourself criticism but
Not to the extreme