A Little Diet

A little diet, that's all it is

Finding comfort in seeing stars when the sun is out

Shrills down my spine in a torrid room

Five more wouldn't hurt

Luscious hair turning to strands

Clothes becoming oversized

My milky skin shading to a royal purple

Only five more

Blinded by numbers

An endless calculator running through my mind

Captive by a never ending game

I need five more

Others grow concerned

Lost with no escape

The deeper I dig the more I forget myself

But how could I cut out the only voice that's never left me

I can't, I won't

It doesn't even matter

A little diet, that's all it is