Elegant lines carve her frame
Finger tips smooth her waist...

It's about Anorexia.
Weight dropping...

The dress is white
Daisies climb her chest...

And then it came, the hunger
And wrenched flesh from her bones...

My mother doesn't believe
what she can plainly see...

She sits, face blank
Staring at the wall...

If life meant something else
I would cradle now...

It's not a poem, but a piece of writing. I really...

I run the knife over my thigh
its somewhere where no one will see...

When morning comes it'll be too late
I'm sick of this world full of hate...

Birth, Death and Marriage
The three certificates of life...

Sometimes i want to harm myself
do you feel this way too...