Lifeless

Trying to scream
for help; calling for someone
to pick my lifeless body up.
No one can save me from
this problem, a problem im
always trying to fix.

Time and time again
I go through everyday
feeling like a huge
mess that doesnt belong.

Trying to make myself
fit into there world.
A world were everyone
is loved;not pushed
aside just cause of
our size.

Having such a low-esteem
about myself; no matter
what I try, I keep
being a fat mess.
Going through all
these ideas in my
head, telling me I
must become like them.

Would do anything just to become a hottie, even
If I have to put my
life at risk. Im going
under, under a world of
pain.

Thinking it was ok,
ok to miss a meal
but then it became two meals
and so on...
Couldnt help myself
from doing it.

Now I keep feeling so
week, so week I cant
even stand up, falling down to
many times a day.
Everyone can notice
that there is something
wrong with me.

I have fallen for the
last time. Cant feel
nothing no more, all i can
do is see everyone looking
at me in the floor.
Trying so hard to scream for
help but I cant.
I can hear my heart
beating less and less.....
Now im dead, have become
a ghost. Im hovering
over my dead body
seeing a lifeless body
and my parents and
doctors around me.
Hearing the last words
Ill ever hear \" Your Child was Anorxic\"

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Ok this poem was made for people who i knew that had this problem n i use part of my life n theres 4 this poem.

Copyright © Paul Salazar