I'm sorry but its an obsession,
anorexia is who i've become...

No matter how hard I try,
This I can’t seem to fight...

This poem that im writing
Is aimed at a friend...

I don’t know what to say
Or even where to start...

Why do you write poems about me?
Calling me a beautiful foe...

I cant take it,
Not no more...

Sometimes I think about,
What it would be like if we where still friends...

Ive never felt so warm,
When I met you that day...

Im sorry if I hurt you,
From all the things I said...

Im looking through the mirror,
stairing at these eyes...

I never thought I could love
someone as much as you...

You say my smiles,
are worth a million pound...