Poetry- A Crown of Bone

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I'm living on air, Walking on water

I'd swear it doesn't even know I'm there

Carved from bone, a will of stone

Only one who understands me

She's make believe, Like I am

Skin and bones, Like I am

Living dead, Like I am

Beaten and maimed, Like I am

I'm falling fast with my arms wide open

Catch me, Ana dear

Save me, Ana dear

Am I light enough to fly, or will I still fall?

Carve away my sins

Skin me alive and burn my imperfections

Sins falling from my fingertips

From my lips, liquid regret

Can I fly yet?

Even these sticks that define me

Flawless white, they drag me down

Carve out of me a smooth bone crown

Place it on my head, cold lips turning blue

You know I did it all for you

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Yes, this is about anorexia. I don't know if you could tell. You kind of have to dissect it to see it. x.x

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⏰ Last updated: May 09, 2011 ⏰

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