Skinny little Angel
So weak and pale...

She is so perfect in every way
So damn tall and and model thin...

She stares in the mirror every day
trying to force her eyes to look away...

You are an Angel send from above
you lights up my life and fills me with love...

Look in the mirror, don't be shy
if you see what I see, then you'll know why...

You see me wear long sleeves
Though its summer outside...

*maybe this will be my last poem, I really don't...
You did it again, didn't you...

Dear Mom and Dad
These are my last words...

God, in the big sky above
thank you so much for giving me love...

Bleeding wrists on my hurting arm
once again I made myself bleed...

I remember the day you were born
You were an Angel sent from above...

I look in the mirror and pull my fat
I dont want to like this anymore...