Kill Me In A Record Shop

I am scared I will ruin this.

I love hip bones and rib bones,

Collar bones and skin tones,

Tight clothes that're low cut;

Show your bones like a weightless slut.

Protuding out and concaved in,

Fight the food and you can win.

Sexy skin with pink scarred wrists,

I hate how much I'm wanting this.

Fat to ashes, bones to dust;

Falling, fading, love and lust.

Something I'm not, I have to be,

Because only then can I be me.

I’ve let people take advantage of me, and I’ve accepted way less than I deserve, but I’ve learned from my bad choices and even though there are some things I can never get back and people who will never be sorry, I’ll know better next time and I won’t settle for anything less than what I deserve.