The day you called her fat is when she started thinking.
"I am so fat," She whisper while tears ran down her cheeks.
She stoped eating, so didn't want to get fat.
Heavy exercises and lots of water.
Skinnier and skinier she got, but you didn't notice.
All you did was snicker and point at the 'fat girl.'
Long sleeves and sweat pants were her best friend.
A knife was kept under her bed,
because of her addictions.
Don't you see what you did to her?
Your killing her,
that once bubbly girl is not even a fraction of what she used to be.
When she wants more food,
she gulps down water and checks the scale.
Tears splatter, heart broken.
Fat is what she thinks she is,
skinny is what she wants to be,
and food is always on her mind.
She started eating a lot,
then heading to the bathroom,
because she felt sick.
Every meal she does this.
Just for one thing, to be skinny.
When she's in bed no one hears the screams,
sobs, cutting, and prayers.
She says she's fine,
but in reality she just wants to die.
All because of one word you said.
