Dying To Be Thin

My body feels so weak.
My head is severely aching.
I feel so tired, I need to lie down.
My hands just won't stop shaking.

That exhaustion takes over
And I collapse to the floor.
I know what I need to stop this feeling
Yet the hunger I try to ignore.

I act as if I'm all right
As the room continues to spin.
I feel that I am finally reaching my goal.
My desire to be thin.

All I care about is the number
That shows up on the scale.
It must be less than the day before,
Otherwise I fail.

I starve to think I will feel better
To get rid of unwanted pounds.
I hide the food, then throw it away
When nobody is around.

My skin now stretches over my bones.
My stomach keeps on shrinking.
I will look better when it shrinks some more,
Is what I keep on thinking.

So I continue to feel weak
As my body keeps caving in.
Not even realizing
That I'm literally dying to be thin.