Life With Ana

by MiaFairy   Dec 26, 2006


She wakes in the morning and doesn't eat a bite
Her mother yells at her, tells her to win this fight
She walks in the afternoon, about to pass out
Her mother tells her she is skinny, without a doubt

She goes to bed at night, wishing she were dead
Her mother comes in and lays with her in bed
She wakes in the night with aching bones
She sleeps and dreams bout throwing up those horrid scones

She is dealing with Anna, her one and true best friend
Her mother cries and says you'll die at the final bend
She goes to the hospital, knowing it's the end
Her mother drops her last tear and knows her heart will never mend....

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jackie*

    Really good poem, I have an eating disorder, so it really got to me. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by BehindThisSmilex

    Wow, this is a really good poem. I love the way its written.
    5/5