Starving For Perfection. (True Story.)

I look into the glass mirror
Staring in to my reflection
All I see is the emptiness
And the lack of perfection.

My bones are peaking out
Revealing my skinny self
I've come to a conclusion
And it's "Ana" itself.

I never really wanted this
It's become an obsession
I wonder if it's my fault
Or from this depression.

The kids called me fat
And I was fairly thin
My mind always believed
That I couldn't win.

One day I stopped eating
Didn't have an urge for food
I liked my progression
How it made me feel so good.

I had become severly skinny
But I was also so very happy
Almost every bone inside
You could clearly see.

My body became so weak
It was hard for me to walk
My knees felt real limb
And I could barely talk.

I was rushed to the hospital
For collapsing down the stairs
I cracked my elbow and rib
And was cluelessly unaware.

I just wanted to be skinny
Like the pretty girls in books
But life doesn't just depend on
Your body and looks.