Dear Jenny

Dear Jenny,
I am writing you this letter,
though I know it won't make
anything better.
You are my sister,
yes, we argue a lot,
but Jenny, right now,
you're everything I've got.
You are getting thinner
every single day,
no, Jen!
I won't watch you fade away.
Bulimia is this demon,
someone I despise,
there is so much pain
in your bulimic eyes.
I know it's hard,
but please, just try,
Jenny,
I won't let you die.
Don't you see
that pain is all you'll cause?
I just can't handle
another loss.
I know you feel
like you're going through hell,
but all you're doing
is hurting yourself.
So please, just stop,
living behind lies
for Jenny,
this will be your demise.
I just want to help you,
I don't want to be mean,
you're too young to die,
you're only sixteen.
Your life is hard enough
as it is,
and I don't want you
to hurt like this.
Beating Bulimia
will be tough,
'cause you're constantly saying
you're not good enough.
It's so hard
to see you this way,
you're getting weaker
every day.
From this disease,
there's nothing to gain,
God, I wish
I could take your pain.
I try to understand,
I really do,
but you won't let me
get to you.
I need you here,
here with me,
for this can't be
your destiny.
So, dear Jenny,
listen to what I say,
for if you die,
I'll wither away.

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