Without the fuel

Resists herself from the fuel she needs
She seeks an image nobody sees
Wanting to be that perfect girl
She makes sure she doesn't eat

The smell of food makes her sick
She wishes just wishes
That she could be that girl
that girl who looks like a stick

Too weak to even wake up
So she falls to the ground
She doesn't give up
Still fixing the imperfection she see

Counts how many hours since her last meal
One hour
than two
seems so long she try to eat
By now its a week later, she thinks its too late

Fine she says, so I lost a few pounds
Its wouldn't hurt me
I'll gain back a few
In a day or two

Well the story now is she never
gained back any weight
You can now she her ribs
Its disgusting to some
But this is her fate