Death is like a dream...

Nothing but skin and bones

Staving. You're starving.
No more fat is needed. You're "too fat". Bullies calling you names and you stupidly believing them thinking of the ugly words they say to you everyday.

"I'm not hungry". "I already ate" you'd reply when your mum said about dinner or lunch or breakfast. No more fat is needed. I'll be fine. I'll just stop eating you'd tell yourself thinking stupidly it was a good idea.

Ignoring the aches and pains in your stomach. Through your body. Until it was too late. They sent you to rehab and force fed you even though you retorted at them when they'd call out "dinner" or simply "food".
No more fat is needed to be added on you think. But all there is, is bones and skin. Flesh and bones. Nothing else. Your organs are shutting down just like your soul. No fat is left.