Mirror, mirror
What do I see?
I see a fat girl staring back at me.
I see fat
Everyone else sees skin and bones
My view is clouded...
I see something other than that
"I'm not too skinny, you're the one who's wrong."
I won't eat food
I don't want to gain weight
For there are more pounds that I'd like to lose
I no longer care if my life's at stake.
This is the only thing that I feel that I have control of
I choose NOT to eat
and for me that's enough.
I'm in the hospital now
I have feeding tubes running through my nose
I've let my control down
Don't they understand...?
Not eating is the only thing I know.
My body is getting weaker
My bones poke through my skin
My life's looking bleaker
I feel as if I'll never be strong again.
I want to get better
I'm tired of all this hunger and pain
I'm hoping that someone will read my letter
Please help me, before my life goes down the drain.
