Fucted Up Perfection

Watch her cut deep,
Blood fills the counter top,
This one promise shes going to keep,
Take one last look and the blade will drop,

The water reflects her disease,
As she gags herself to perfection,
Sitting heavily on her knees,
She no longer needs affection,

Watch her cry tonight,
At it shes become quite well,
Hes not there to hold her tight,
This is her hell,

So call her fat,
Thats all she needs,
One more cut, one more gag,
Sets her system into failure.

For once she has something in common with life...

Failure.