Mindfuck

I'm so tired.

So. Fucking. Tired.

I haven't slept in... 4 days? 5? I don't know. They are all blending together.

I want to starve.

I want to cut.

I want to disappear.

There's a razor in my drawer.

I know that I should remove it so it's less tempting.

But I'm afraid to open that drawer because

As soon as I do,

The Razor is going to jump out

And cut me.

As I sit here,

I feel my rolls

Rolly, rolly tummy,

They bunch up together,

Rubbing,

Chafing,

Just like my thighs,

They stay together, whispering secrets

Rubrubrub

My arms stick to my sides in the heat

Rubchafesweat

Fat

So fat,

That all I want to do

Is reach for The Razor

And cut it all off.

Piece by piece

And feed it to the crows outside my window.

The crows on their spindly legs.

They could use some rolls.