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anorexia
the tape measure cut like a razor,
stinging and painful.
the scale burns at my confidence,
they say it threating my heath.
pain in my stomache,
like a punch, and a bruise.
bruises wont heal,
stay there and only get worse.
the smell of food makes me sick,
the grease and fat.
claim to be fine,
"Mom in NOT hungry."
what will they dfo when they find me out?
what will they say?
i try to eat but only feel sickr,
look at my mirrior, it shoots like a gun.
to tired to do anythying,
to sick to think.
get rid of the extra pain,
real razors along with the tape measure.
pain covers pain,
thinking, "they'll never find me out"
and they