Inside Out

Really isn't that hard Don't know why you feel so deserving of it Just 'cause my body makes you hard Doesn't mean you get to take control of it Seat myself upon my throne A bathroom scale Put myself upon your pedestal I'll never be the one you love The one you need Unless you see all of me I'm a skeleton I don't exist I know that there is so much more to life than this I know I made it out alive Why does that mean that I went through nothing? I held those scars like a tree as their roots made their way through my veins I'm sorry that your love turned me into a carpenter so I could feel something As you hacked away into me whilst my branches sheltered you from rain I know just what you think of me and what they think What I'm made out to be What all you're friends see And although I'm free, I'll never be 'cause I still only feel pretty when I feel hungry So leave me be Let me bleed Let the stream of red connect me to a crimson sea and When I reach the shore, let me feel no more Pray that it is quicksand and I sink into the floor Right now I lay in my bed and the blankets feel so unwelcoming And for my bones that protrude underneath the skin, they feel the same My insides cannot rest within the fabric of the body they feel so unwelcome in So I must starve until I turn myself inside out