The noise echos my room as I lay down to sleep.
My tummy biting at my soul, as I close my eyes and weep.
Shes begging to be fed, she longs to be full once again.
But she wont get what she wants until i hit 110.
110 is fine I think to myself, but you know what would be great.
I drop my spoon and purge my food, id kill for 98.
My tummy is so sunken in thats what ever body's said.
And if I head down this road I'm guna end up dead.
Is it wrong to be skinny, a crime to be fit.
I look down at my plate of food, " no thanks I'm done with it"
The bathroom becomes my favorite place, the sink is my new tune.
I come here right after breakfast time, and mostly afternoon.
Step on the scale and close my eyes for fear of what I'll see.
And with a smile of such delight it reads but 93.
The gym at 12 a run at 2 then cardio at 4.
Then suddenly the world goes black as I fall straight to the floor.
I wake up with a long clear tube, lodged tightly in my mouth.
I try so hard to scream real loud but not a single word comes out.
My girlfriend holding sweetly to my soft boney hands.
Crying over my frail thin body, just trying to understand.
She sees my eyes are open, and gently kisses my cheek.
And looks at me with puppy dog eyes and she begins to weep.
" How could this have happened and I didn't know"
" Your Beautiful why cant you see "
I feel the tear stream down my face.
As she wipes it off of me.
" You'll eat your food, and get better soon things will be OK"
"But you need to promise here and now you'll eat 3 meals a day"
Filled with silence the room is a blur. Voices are soon faded through
I lay here now 6 feet under ground, realizing theres nothing to do.
All I wanted was to be thin. I only wanted to feel more complete.
And I wont have a second chance to get over statistics and eat....
