* this poem I wrote is about a girl who I know who...
Your cuts are just scratches...

Food was your enemy, had never been a friend
You hated the thought of eating, it killed you in...

She sits in her room
Tears running down her face...

I love you
'I love you...

I used to wish that i could take it all away,
forget the past and love to see another day...

People staring,
No one caring...

I'm writing this poem to tell you
I'm so sorry for what i make you do...

I walk down the streets
Begging bowl in my hand...

Please daddy stop it,
I really don’t understand...

Christmas is coming, and its coming so soon,
But spare a thought for those living in doom...

She sits on the street, people passsing by,
She is so humiliated, she wants to die...

If only they knew
if only they could see...