Skin and Bones (anorexia poem)

I look at my reflection.

Here goes the question,

Why am i so fat?

This is not perfection.

I'm yet so far.

Being thin?

Thats all i can think.

Skin and bones,

My heart's a stone.

The sailor and his ship,

So tired of this shit.

Always the same old places.

I look at their faces.

They're going through this sorrow,

i wish i could borrow,

This part.

And throw it apart.

Just End with this illness,

...I think It's going to kill me.