You pressed your wrists to the table
The chill fighting against the sting
It reminds you that Your completely able .
To silence the voice in your head
She is the reason for the knife
People call her Ana
She controls your life
Ristricing you calories
And cutting your skin
Burning your thumbs
The reason fore the vile in the bin
She takes your life
Tells you 'just one more pound'
One day you give up
Not ever to be found
Everyone looks for you
Begging your lost
If only they knew
Ana's love came with a cost
