14/11/13
There once was a girl with a friend called Ana
Ana was friends with a girl called Mia
Ana, Mia and the girl played all day
But the young girls life was wasting away
Ana and Mia soon turned on the girl
Bent her over and made her hurl
The kids at school picked on her online
So she took it as a sign
To pump her brain full of lead
She'd be better off dead is what they said
She didn't hurt anyone else
But with her trusty razor, she hurt herself
Weirdo, freak,
Cutter and creep
Were what she was called
"I couldn't help it," was the only thing she told
One of these days, she'll try again
Pray to The Lord and call amends
But for now
She doesn't know how
To not relapse on Ana
Not to mention the other one, Mia
And now this is the end of this little story
Sorry if you found this boring
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This poem is about Anorexia (Ana) and Bulimia (Mia), sorry if it was of any offence to anyone called 'Ana' or 'Mia'. It just seemed slightly easier to write it as if these were actual people.
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