Death Of An Ana Girl

They found her yesterday
Slumped against the door
They found her blood still dripping
But not warm anymore

They found her note
"Dear Ana, I have failed you"
It didn't mention them at all
And they didn't understand who it was to

Lying on the autopsy table
They stripped her to take her apart
Her ribs bared to the world
And "Ana" written across her heart

Her family was so surprised
She'd hidden her depression well
She hated herself so much
But Ana said she could never tell

Reading through her diary
They read about the starving
The punching and the purging
And the painful wrist carving

They found another book too
One she used for "Thinspiration"
Full of models and harsh words
Photos of her body for motivation

They logged onto her computer
Invaded her privacy
Read her blogs; saw the sites
Read all of her poetry

They found this poem
Written oh so long ago
Read it with puzzled faces
Who it talked about they didn't know

Well I shall tell you
It is what I foresee
It is my future
Because Ana loves me

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