• Each and every day,
    Her body slowly rots away.
    The stench of defeat,
    The body now left incomplete.

    Each and every day,
    Life gets harder to bear.
    Each and every day,
    Her body starts to tear.

    Slowly reaching death’s grasp,
    Living like this is no longer an option.
    Going to sleep…
    Now lies in a coffin.


    Dedicated to those who have died from anorexia and for those who are suffering including me.