My stomach twists and turns.
Its aches and it burns
What is it? I should know
For Ana never fails to show
She used to be my tears
Quickly filling my hollow ears
Crying silently at night
For living is my fight
As I lay down in my bed
Her thoughts instantly swarm my head
Imagining how it felt
To HAVE to use a belt
Reminding me of the smell
Id rather be in hell
So I'll put meals aside
Ignore the yummy pie
For maybe when I'm thin
(I wont stop cutting skin)
When you see ribs and all
Im not the one wholl fall
Because while you see my figure
All I see are numbers
Never feeling satisfaction
Maybe it'll all be worth the action
Ana tell me.
'Ok.'
Ana remind me.
'Ok.'
Ana help me.
'Ok.'
Ana you've killed me.
Ana?
Ana?
