Never Be Enough

When did skipping meals become a right of passage? 

A secret society of sickness so many seek to squeeze into, 

But really, not squeeze, rather slip.

We want to be slim, sleek, small enough to deserve the air we breath 

To deserve the time we need 

To deserve the space we take up

But it will never be enough

So until it is 

We will watch ourselves slowly shrink, 

Sink into our hallow body,

An empty space where our happiness used to lie.

They said theres no point of being in a pretty vase 

If the flowers only die,

Thing is, she already did,

And no one cared to even bat an eye