Looks in mirrors show her obesity. Can't stand herself. As sad as she can be. Friends back stabbed, parents fight every night, religiously. Only substance she can control, is what she eats.
Bones enclosed in a pale shell. She lives in hell. Her skin grows pale. Her organs fail. She can't feel heat. She will not eat. Her father yells, her mother wails, her siblings cry. She wants to die.
Bones enclosed in a pallid shell. She lives in hell. She created this herself. She starves herself.
I reach out my hands and there is no warmth left to greet. No tears left inside her eyes. Her purpose is concrete. She will starve herself until there is surely nothing left, and when she dies she will smile a smile of success.
Go ahead. Starve yourself. Eat yourself from the inside out.
I realize. I cannot help.
Bones enclosed in a dead shell. She lives in hell. She created this herself. She starves herself. I cry alone to sleep. Reaching, failing, she screams, Ana loves me.
