Vulnerable and alone,
She longs to fly.
Trapped in her body,
So uncomfortable.
She does not see herself.
Her body,
Emaciated and thin,
Destroyed by her own hands.
Regrets run red,
Like blood from her veins.
Her ribs protrude,
Her girly youth,
Nonexistent.
She wishes for a new body,
A different body.
She does not embrace her flaws.
Rather,
She despises them,
And longs to fly.
She longs to fly free,
From this skeletal rib cage,
This thin and bleeding skin.
Little does she know,
What a beautiful angel she is.