weight anorexia
Every day, a complete battle.
I watch you measure, weigh, and count.
It’s never enough for you.
Deep down, you think you’ll never be a size two.
Your mind is playing trick on you,
the media messing with your mind.
Your ribs poke out,
still it’s not enough.
You don’t eat your meals,
you never come out of your room.
It’s driving me insane,
how you refuse to see the real you.
You were beautiful before,
you’re only hurting yourself.
You’ve turned into a monster,
you started to lose your friends.
Don’t you see? You need to hear this.
I don’t want you to take that fall,
when you finally crash,
onto the floor.


