Look in the mirror, at who I've become
Ana has lost, food has won.
I'm safe and healthy, right on track
But for some reason I want it back.
The nights of crying, moments of pain
The hollow feeling in my stomach and brain.
Seen as negatives but remembered with love
They took me to places I could only dream of.
I felt so light, dancing on air
Slowly dying and I didn't care.
Laughter was weak, bones were brittle
But it didn't matter, I was finally little.
Friends and family worried I may not live
And I gave nothing of what I could give.
A bruised little girl in a hospital bed
Hoping and praying to soon be dead.
I dreamed of Heaven and how happy I'd be
To escape this world and its agony
No prayers to recover, only prayers to decease
But my health began to slowly increase.
My dreams became black, clouded with hate
I was so damn close to Heaven's gate,
That's why I want it back, to have a second chance
To do it right, be up with God, and finally get to dance.
