Invisible Illness

Her hipbones jutting out
Her ribcage visible for all
Her fingers always down her throat
Waiting for sick to fall.

She couldn't stand the way she was
Couldn't see she was so thin
You could see her slowly dying
Could see her deathly skin.

She thought she was so fat still
Couldn't bear what the mirror saw
She couldn't even stand now
Legs weak, She fell to the floor.

She wouldn't listen to anyone
Couldn't understand that she was ill
Didn't care, Didn't listen
Her bulimia was sure to kill.

Her mother sent her for help
Poor girl, disowned felt she
Nurses tried to open her eyes
But still she couldn't see.

Couldn't see she only had days left
They asked her to write a will
And even as she took her last breath
She still couldn't see she was ill.