When my fake friends weren’t looking and I felt lonely

I would hug a loaf of bread like the softest teddy bear

I would try to consume more chocolate than oxygen

I would attempt to drink enough soda to fill a large truck

I would sleep in cotton candy and wake up in buttercream

When my fake friends called me a pig in a dress

I would eat an almond and feel guilty about it

I would have a piece of lettuce and call it a banquet

I would look in the mirror and see a desperate whale

I would stick my finger down my throat until I felt I had no organs

When my fake friends saw me as a corpse they were too quiet

They wouldn’t call me a cow or throw me a sandwich

They wouldn’t call me a toothpick in heels or a wire with eyes

They wouldn´t pretend to see my breasts with a magnifying glass

They wouldn't even talk  about food and make me listen

Because corpses don’t need food, but corpses are still lonely