The lies; the lies I tell to make her stay, she says no one can tell
She says they will all stay, once I'm skinny, pretty, and fragile. They will never stray.
Lies. She says they think I'm ugly, that I'm a cow, a pig, a fool. They say I am sick, I tell them that I'm just wanting to be perfect.
One day I wake up, running my hand along my hips, felling the Lack of bones, making me sick.
The lies my mirror tell, even if the numbers drop. One,two,tree,four the pounds shed, my clothes to the floor.
The gap between my legs, the smallness of my waist , hoping they won't notice the blood dripping from my wrist.
Lies; lies they tell to make me think, is this worth it? Will I make it? So I pray, "if I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take.." before I'm done a hand on my shoulder shakes me awake, I'm in a bed, in a white room.
"Hello miss, you had a heart attack, you were going to die, we saved your life."
Moms says "please just try"
Pushing my plate aways, no god in sight. If I die I will be worth it. It is. Ana says just try, be perfect, don't stray from your path, don't do it. Your strong.
