Countless

March 19, 2017

Countless girls

 

Tiny thighs,

 

ice-cold lips,

 

Skinny arms

 

and bony hips,


Countless girls

 

Who smile,

 

but want to cry, 

 

Who laugh,

 

but want to die,

 

Chewed-on nails that look like mud,

 

Aching throats boiled up with blood,

 

Dropping weights and countless scales,

 

Countless drugs and countless jails,

 

Countless girls that hide the hurt,

 

Countless bottles

 

to take the pain away

 

Countless voices in their heads,

 

Sweet relief in countless beds,

 

Countless men she's broken apart,

 

Countless nails still in her heart,

 

Girls who starve and break,

 

Tiny hands that clench and shake,

 

Tiny thighs,

 

ice-cold lips,

 

The strongest wine

 

in tiny sips

 

Countless scars,

 

from countless trips.






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