Perfection is a Diaster

Her eyes are getting baggy
along with her clothes and skin
Her nails are becoming brittle
She thinks this is one big sin

Knowing she needs help
but to afriad to say a word
She always blows it off
with a few made up words

People are starting to notice
Starting to see her ribs
she hides them like she hides
the scars upon her wrists

She knows she can help herself
but many days that is hard
She cant help but think
Where in the world is God?

Food is her worst enermy
Perfection is what she seeks
Life as she knows
has a cost of being thin and weak

Water takes the place of soda
Lettuce takes the place of meat
When she looks in the mirror
She knows she is a mistake

She finally get so weak
She cant even stand up
So she lies in her bed
without a single sound

As she lies there a single tear
rolls
rolls
down