The fight

by BROKEN AND TORN   Nov 17, 2006


Black lines down pale cheaks
she feels fat inside, hasn't eaten for weeks
her knuckles are white from clenching her fists
red lines criss cross from where she cuts her wrist
hiding her scars from family and friends
while just adding more, the pain never ends
she wants to be skinny, yet she's a perfect size 2
she wants to lose more, what more can she do?
she just looks at the food, but wont touch a bite
somebody help her! She's losing this fight

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