What could bring a girl to such a state?
Teardrops of pain running down her face
Maybe having Ana on her plate.
Counting ribs and hollowed eyes,
So frail to a little touch
And little lies filling her with despise.
She tries to hide it so you don't see
because "Ana's the only one to care for me."
Says the little perfect girl.
She see the good side of Ana at first
But then she fills her mind
With these little white lies
To make her hate
Her precious life.
She then sees what Ana really does
The hurt, the harm
The pain, the torture,
The self hate, the hopelessness,
And the death
Of many.
No one saw it, and no one heard it
Until the day the little girl dies.
They all wish they could've done more
But then they leave her story at
Their doors.
Even though the little girl is dead and gone
Ana still continues on.
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A Poem about Ana
PoetryHere's a short poem I wrote about Ana/Anorexia. I've struggled through Anorexia for almost four years now, I'm still struggling through it now at random times in my life.
