She sits, face blank
Staring at the wall...

*It's long but please r/r/c- it's my birthday :)*
It's back...

And then it came, the hunger
And wrenched flesh from her bones...

The dress is white
Daisies climb her chest...

"Will things get better?"
The little girl cried...

Anxiously she fingers the necklace at her throat...
When she was five she started school...

Her hand against the mirror. Two worlds touching...
A hand against the mirror. When looked at properly...

"Don't you dare stop."
Says the voice in her head...

She staggers through the door
(In her head she's floating...

Their eyes crawl over her skin
Stroking each protruding bone...

Cold fingers press on a distorted wrist
She feels her life struggle past...

Written without thought, to break my writer's...
I don't quite understand it myself, it is simply...