she worried about her weight
she worried about her date
she wondered how long here she'd stay
she was curious about when things would finally be okay
she starved herself daily
she cried herself to sleep
she was scared to touch food
every night she would weep
she wanted to fit in
she wished to be cool
but whenever she tried to go with the flow
she only looked like a fool
she cut her tiny wrists
she crushed all of her dreams
she broke her fragile heart
she let out horrid screams
society was the murderer
we killed who she was
she was the murdered
want herself back? yes, she does.
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