Skinny By Bille Ellish: People say I look happy, just because I got skinny.

Nothing goes to plan as I reach for it.
Like a broken vase, my imperfections show - but many are blind.
My will bleeds off my bones as
The world leeches off my will.
Yet, they see the skinny me.
They call him - the new me.
“You look pretty," they say.
“You must be happy," they say.
I'm just another image to feed their obsession.
So, I cry.

Falling for him was sudden.
Not like the world shifting away from me,
But like the world having vivid colours and
Vibrant sounds - New life.
He was a stranger that became more than a friend
In a few days.
I thought that was a good thing.
The sign, my sign - the epitome of me in him....