Thinking About Random Stuff

Anorexia

My friend. I didn't think we would ever have to see this darkness.

I thought that somehow, we could get past the sorrow that this world has placed.

Not on me, but you.

I am so scared when you write.

Because when you start, you throw up the same way I know you try to live your life.

I haven't seen your face since last time.

You haven't shown me pictures and now I'm so fucking scared you might die.

I can't go to your house. You've never shown up here.

Your family's getting worried but I don't think you know they care.

They've been shoving poison down your throat and you're so impaired,

You can't even struggle till they go downstairs.

I don't understand. I might never will.

Doesn't mean I'm okay with you poppin' pills.

Asking me about drugs and what they do to your brain,

How can I save you when you don't want to be saved?

You tell me you'll change but what can I believe?

Just please hold out a hand, just fucking, please.

I'm not a person who can save a life.

I'm not a kid who's generous and kind.

I can't quite get what's causing you to die.

I can't save you but I have to fucking try.

What's causing you this pain? What could drive you to such hate?

I don't mean to diss your insecurities but it's not okay.

I don't know how to save you.

Can someone give it a try?

Please. Just save her from this.

I might not know, but the world will.

Please help.

I don't know how to say this. I'm not good with my words. I want to save her. I can't write right now. I don't know what to think. If someone's struggling with anorexia, how can I help? Is there a way to help a person who I never see? Does anyone else struggle with this?