Hope.

What you wouldn't do for one bite of something sweet.
All you want is to look pretty.
Get more attention.
Wow, its only a week.
I want to feel pretty.
I want to be noticed, and not pushed to the side.
You're skin on your fingers starts disappearing more and more.
Ah, im so hungry.
The more you tare yourself down, the more you start dieing.
Sadly, no one knew, sadly no one even noticed you weren't there.
A day seems like a week, and a week seems like a month.
Time goes slow, like the beats of your sore broken heart.
You're fading away, and you dont even know it.