You step into a tanning booth and fry yourself for two or three days. After your skin blisters and peels off, roll around in salt, then put on long underwear that’s made from razor wire. Over that you put on your regular clothes and they are tight.
Listen to the whispers that swim around in your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and useless and worst of all “a burden.”
Puke and starve and take pills and drink because you don’t want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and take pills and drink because you need an anesthetic to stop the pain and it works.
For a while.
But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it’s too late because it is rotting you and you can’t stop ….
Look in a mirror and it’s just a ghost. There’s nothing left of you anymore. You’ve slowly killed every part of you.
Just a ghost.