thin

You act like I'm a burden, curse
A growing - yet shrinking, sin
Unable to move past beyond
The need for being thin

The days are somewhat manageable
But nights are fucking deadly
Will I last them through?
I continue to breathe steadily

Sometimes the moments do arise
Of calm, and future thinking
But something always pulls me back
To drowning and to sinking

I feel the pain but then again, I don't
Becoming almost immune
To that little devil, angel or saint
Playing it's warning tune

I need a gleaming breakthrough
Some being I can trust
Or else this vicious cycle will cycle
Killing me, left as dust.