Warning: Poem may be triggering
She’s convinced herself she can’t be loved
So she starves herself away
Ana promised to be her friend
And now she’s here to stay.
Each night she stands before the mirror
And runs her hand along the bones
You’re worthless and disgusting
The voice inside her drones.
Ana made her a deal
A way out of what others thought
A way to escape reality
For that’s what she truly sought.
The only thing she grew to care for
Was the counting in her head
Should no one bother saving her
Soon she will be dead.
It started out as a way for control
But now Ana stole that away
The number flashing on the scale
Controls every moment of everyday.
She wishes for someone to save her
From this never-ending hell
She’s tried to silence the voice in her head
But Ana just starts to yell.
Eyes closed tightly to shut out the world
She prays to disappear
A voice unheard, unheeded
A scream no one can hear.
By: Maggie Saunders
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