Dear Mom ,
I am awake but I am asleep
I no longer feel the skin on my body , the skin thats supposed to be keeping myself in place is now withered and torn . I can feel my bones becoming more brittle . they are going to break soon mom . I am scared . I sometimes watch myself sleep , though sleep is very few now . my bed is my home . this home is no longer a home . Mom ? you never answer me . I'm scared .
Help me mom ! I need help . but do I want help ? I'm unsure . but I know without a doubt that I need help mom . Mom ? can you hear me ?? I am so alone , alone in the terrible world . so many inhabitants and I still feel alone . my skeleton is no longer my security . I cannot fathom my bones no longer keeping me safe . the world has the power to take me away at anytime . why am I here ? to stay huddled up , in the corner of my room ? lacking the patience to help myself ? myself . who am I ? I no longer know . I am frightened to look in the mirror , I am frightened of what I am going to see . I could cry as I look in the mirror , and see a shell of my former self . when did I possess these sad , dark , lifeless eyes ? when did the corners of my mouth become pulled down , permanently ? permanently , what is ? the only things promised in this bitter world is death ? what do we go to school for ? what do we work for ? our death .
