Dear Friend

I n s a n e

Sitting
by the edge of the cliff
hoping that she'd just slip
hanging on this tiny thread of insanity
hunger drives her insane

standing
on the weighing scale
still not good enough
watching all those skinny girls
times are getting rough

starving
herself till she can't walk
bones are broken still
her face is pale
body is frail
she's caving in

lying
to the others
she is just too full
her sunken cheeks and sullen grace
show something else
inside

bile is rising in her throat
she gained another pound
this is her biggest failure
her soul is broken still

dying
slowly and she smiles
her ribs on full display
she's reached her goal
she bore her soul
and now it's time to go.