Lose more weight, so you really áre a skeleton
People are so much more beautiful without fat and a figure
Bags as clothes and a skull instead of hair
Really, you’ll be so beautiful when you’re closer to death

I think your problems will disappear immediately
If you promise yourself nothing is wrong it’s all fine, right?
By the way, this world would be perfect when no one would eat.
Look at the people in Africa, they have found their inner luck!

Everyone would think you’re so much nicer
People who hate themselves are the best
Who wouldn’t want a friend who literally dies for someone else?
Oke, you can’t enjoy them for a long time, but who cares?

When you stop eating, you can’t do anything wrong
Because everyone admires you so badly by your strength
Everyone’s jealous, because they just live a happy normal life
And you…actually don’t live; all you do is losing weight!

Lie to everyone around you
So they can really trust you as a friend
Don’t let them see the real person inside
They won’t like the real you anyway

Wow, I really think you found the perfect way to become happy
Strange not everybody starves himself to death
But, we’re not all so strong and lucky as you are
Probably just to less to deserve your gift

Live in your own safe world of illusions
Where everything seems to be fine
Lie to yourself it makes everything better
While meanwhile you’re world is falling down

Really, we’re all so glad…
…you’ll finally starve yourself till dead


* Tried to put my anger and fears into a poem. Sometimes these are my own truths although I know they’re not right. It didn’t become a very high-qualified one, but my mind’s a bit calmer now. Person I wrote this for...hope so you see the stupidity in (y)our way of thinking. I know sometimes surrender to the voice seams the only solution, but it really is the cause of your most of your problems. Hope you consider solving your problems instead of creating more. *