Letting Go

Let her go.
Shes fucked up.
Shes got some problems.

What kind of problems?

It doesn't matter...

She had some problems with herself.
Always worried,
Living life by a mirror,
A scale,
The courtroom in her head.

Dreaming, but not pleasantly.
Of food, living,
But never allowing herself either.

Wasting away,
Slowly,
Into a sweet nothing,
Except for a hollow shell.
An empty cage of bones.

She had some problems with herself.