The Sun’s heat freezes me

But in the cold I can melt.

 

Empty eyes, dry hair,

Gaunt face, and hollow stomach,

This is the way I’m supposed to be.

 

I’ll reach my goal one day

One day I’ll bee 100 pounds,

then 80

then 60.

 

The goal is never met,

It keeps getting further and further away

The numbers get smaller

But my waist is still to big.

 

If I reach 0 pounds

Will it be enough?

If I drop dead

Will it finally be enough?