poetry

                           A poem to Ana

                  Lay on the floor
                    Unable to move
                    The mirror reflection
                    Disgusting once more
                    Im shivering in a corner
                    And my bodies gone blue
                    I no longer can breathe
                    My stomachs too full
                    My shoulders and arms
                    Are aching with pain
                    I just need the blood
                    To start flowing again
                    I cant stand or sit
                    I have to stay lying
                    Why does it feel
                    Like my body is dying
                    The thinners the winner
                    That is my motto
                    But where will it take me
                    And what of tomorrow
                    My stomachs contracting
                    My head starts to spin
                    This is what I go through
                    In a quest to be thin
                    Im fighting a battle
                    I know I cant win
                    So when Ana comes knocking
                    I welcome her in
                    She offers me help
                    A difficult plan
                    And now its too late
                    My lifes in her hands.