Starve until your stomach bleeds, until
your legs are picks with knees, until
the pain comes with ease.
Jog two hours every day, until you feel
like wasting away, until your face turns
a nasty gray.
Stretch like you've never stretched before,
twist yourself all over the floor,
until you can't take it anymore.
Exercise your body untl you don't have a
until you think and feel you can't
Pray every night someone can help you,
make you stop what you do,
make you see the given truth.
Why must the pain come this way,
every single day?
Look at the faces of family,
ask yourself why can't they see.
The agony of truth lies just behind the
haunted surface of your eyes,
along with the memory of all your
hate and lies.
Why can't someone just realize?