I'm hideous.
So I do what I have to to make myself who I want to be.
Mold myself to love myself and be what I need.
Its nothing. I'm nothing and thus I need nothing.
So I believe and live, with nothing.. melting away to nothing.
Although my skin and my hair and my blood is made up of pieces smaller than anyone can see.
Starving. For touch, for love, for passion and lust, and for all things human.
All my million little pieces.