Anorexia

Look at her, the way she walks.
You envy her don't you?
Her feather like walk, it doesn't make a sound.
Don't you know she's dying inside?
Don't you know there's vomit under her shirt?
She hasn't eaten for 2 days and you all,
You all think she's perfect.

A broken soul, lost within this mess.
Nothing can take this back, the scale has her now.
Her story's mine.

Every night, she crawls in a ball.
She can't sleep with these hunger pains,
They are so intense she almost pukes,
Not that there's food inside anyway.
She only weighs 94 pounds but she can't stop,
Looking around, she still sees fat.
Somehow she's not perfect yet.

And you all tell her it's good,
Tell her the weight is "perfect"
Won't you be sorry when she's gone for good?

A broken soul, lost within this mess.
Nothing can take this back, the scale has her now.
Her story's mine.

And everything is getting pitch black,
She can't do her exercise no more.
But nothing will stop her, she'll keep moving,
Then she faints, her blood sugar is too low.
Her heart could go at any minute.

"You look great!"
"I love your hip bones"
"I wish I had a thigh gap...."

A broken soul, lost within this mess.
Nothing can take this back, the scale has her now.
Her story's mine.

And all this time, you thought she was healthy.
Thin is not beautiful.

"Nothing tastes better than feeling thin"
"It's still not enough, it's never enough"

And tears wash down her face,
As she takes her final pace.
She looks down at the ground below her
Apartment balcony.
A voice screams inside her there's no point, no use.
With that, she takes a leap and her feather like walk
Can no longer be seen.
As every bone cracks and her neck snaps.

You could just never see.

Thin is not beautiful.

With her anorexic lifestyle, her dreams were crushed
Just like the bones on the cement now.
Forever resting there, her soul will stay.
A broken feather like walk.
That you all envied and never questioned.